Light, brilliant flashes of white greeted a waking fur. A soft breeze ruffled its fur as it rubbed its eyes. There was a pleasant warmth that felt nice on his face as he opened his eyes. Blurs slowly focused into shapes as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. The poor creature had a collar around its neck, on the tag it simply read;  Ristin. Ristin sniffed the cool autumn air and shivered, for the past 1000 years he had lived in the underworld. A place of heat, sweat, darkness, and void of sound. But up here on the Over World it was bright, cool, and noisy. 


Ristin waved to a passing carriage. His vision was blurry so he didn’t notice the cart was pulled by two skeletal horses. It pulled up alongside and the side door opened. A tall fox, his fur charcoal grey with blood red markings stepped down.


“Hello I wasn’t expecting visitors along the road to my castle.” His voice was soft, but sent chills up Ristin’s spine. Not even the underworld taskmasters scared him as much as this strange figure.


Ristin stood shifting uncomfortable. This wasn’t the same place he was used to. It was too bright, there was a cold breeze, and something just didn’t feel right about his body.


“Hmm,” the fox leaned over lifting the small tag at Ristin’s neck. “So Ristin’s your name?”


Ristin nodded as his vision started to clear a bit. He could clearly see that before him stood a fox clad in a robe of some sort. He whimpered as the fox looked at him with eyes the reddest red he had ever seen. He watched as the fox reached down and grabbed something.


“MOOO!!” Ristin cried out as he felt paws on a sensitive area above his crotch. His paws instantly covered his muzzle. ~Did I just fucking moo?~ Ristin thought as he clamped his muzzle tight. ~This has to be a nightmare. It just has to be!~


“Ahh that explains it, newly promoted to the upper realms. Poor cow, you must be so confused.”


~Cow?~ Ristin’s paws started to feel over his body. ~Fur! Oh Gods how many centuries has it been since I’ve had fur?~ His paws roamed down over a normal body till he reached a heavy warm mass. He squeaked as he explored the unfamiliar organ. He blushed as it was heavy and sloshed as he reached under. Ristin had a vague memory of being male so he groaped and whined. Instead of finding a set of male bits he found a small tight pussy.  


The fox simply watched letting the newly freed fur find itself. Behind him his skeletal horses pawed at the ground, impatient to get back onto the road. Ristin continued his exploring finding his legs ended in hooves. His tail once pink and rat-like tail now was lightly furred, with a tuft at the end. On top of his head Ristin found two small horns.


“What a lucky day. It’s not often one finds a fresh T-Type randomly. Let alone in my realm, where the dead reign.” The fox smiled at the nervous cow. “Perhaps I should take you home?”
Ristin shivered, the air cool and strange on his body. He could run but something nagged at the back of his mind. It simply felt like he belonged here. A timid paw reached out taking a hold of the fox’s paw. He looked up into the strange, frightening, kind strangers eyes, his own bright and pleading. ~Please Please don’t leave me alone~ 


“Such a good little moo, how can I say no to that face.” The fox took the paw and gently led the fur to the carriage.


Ristin blushed softly as he was led. He shyly avoided the horses till the fox noticed. He reached out and patted one on the boney nose. The horse stamped happily as Ristin climbed inside the carriage. He settled onto the cushions and shivered happy to be inside away from the wind. 


“Comfortable?” The fox asked as he climbed in and settled down next to the moo-coon. The wheels clacked as the carriage resumed its journey. The fox smiled as he petted his new companion, glad to have somebody to share the long ride home.


“Mooo” Ristin nodded as he leaned into the gentle paw of his new friend. Slowly the moo-coon yawned, laying his head across the lap of the fox. The vulpine smiled as he brushed the hair out of the moo’s eyes as he slept.


The carriage and its occupants continued on for several hours, as the sun started to set. A cool night breeze woke the slumbering pair as they crossed a creaky wooden bridge.


“Almost home!” The fox yawned as he stretched his long limbs, carefully lifting the moo off his lap.


“Moo?” Ristin rubbed his eyes and looked out of the window. He stared in amazement as before them lay a massive stone castle, bigger than even the forges in the underworld. The towers spread around walls taller than most mountains, or that's how it seemed to Ristin.


“Hmm, that is getting a little annoying. I can’t have you just mooing all the time, now can I?” The necromancer grumbled as they passed through a stone gate large enough for a giant to walk through with ease.


Ristin clamped his muzzle shut and nodded his head in agreement. There was so much he wanted to say, to ask his new friend. He was frustrated even more than not being able to talk at all. At least then he knew he couldn’t communicate, but now he could make sounds but it came out all wrong. Ristin pouted as the carriage drew to a halt, the door opened and he scrambled out ahead of the fox.


“Welcome to Castle Bones,” The fox smiled as he stepped out. “I’m Lord Bloodmoon, but you can call me master.” He chuckled as the cow gulped nodding, not wanting to moo. “I’ve brought you here because I’m old, and very lonely. In short I need somebody to interact with that's more than an animated corpse.” Scy pat the cow and motioned him to follow. Ristin hid behind the tall vulpine as they passed a line of armored skeleton warriors, under an arch where several bone archers stood, and past a large undead dragon. 


As they passed into the inner chambers of the large fortress, Ristin relaxed. Instead of more bones and undead things the floor was covered in warm rugs, the walls had bright drapes. It seemed very inviting as he was led past a throne made of ivory, gold, and red fur pillows. It didn’t look as scary as he thought it would.


“Don’t fall behind or you might get lost,” Scy chuckled, taking Ristin by the paw and led him down a stone staircase. “Ahh here we are,” Scy stopped in front of a large wooden door.


“Moo?” The moocoon couldn’t help ask curiously as the door was pushed open. His eyes wide as a large tiled room, complete with a large pool of steaming water filled his vision. Setting along the edges were little glass bottles.


“If you go, we could both use a nice relaxing bath.” Scy smiled as he disrobed. Ristin mooed shyly, turning his head away from the fox’s naked body. Scy pulled the moo towards the water as he ran a paw over Ristin’s chest. “Yes yes I think you will do nicely.”
 
“Moo!!” Ristin exclaimed as the fox licked his heavy udder and teased a teat. Ristin squirmed huffing as he blushed. The touch felt good, and warmth spread through his large mammary gland. To his complete embarrassment he felt warm fluid flow out of the teat and into the fox’s paw.


“That's a good moo!” Scy said as he placed the warm teat in his muzzle. Ristin squeaked as the fox nibbled and started to suck, drawing more warmth and milk from his udder. He huffed panting, a paw shyly reaching behind his master’s head to gently rub through his long black hair.


“Moooo Mooo,” Ristin huffed his free paw rubbing over his sensitive udder. The more milk Scy, pulled out the warmer and softer it got. It wasn’t long before the organ was so hot he had to push at the fox to get him to stop. 


“Hmm?” Scy wiped his milky muzzle as he looked at the poor moo whose knees were wobbly and there was a wet puddle on the floor that smelled of arousal. The moo looked up with big blue eyes whimpering and mooing softly. The vulpine’s heart melted looking at the poor creature as he led him into the warm water. “Looks like somebody liked being milked,” Scy teased as he lowered the moo into the water.


~This is nice~ Ristin thought, his face burning from embarrassment and orgasm. His udder still felt full as it bobbed in the water, like an oversized apple. Ristin leaned back, as he let his paws explore. He found his chest was still flat, still male. His nipples were puffy and erect, but thankfully showed no signs of milk. Lower down he felt, over his short stomach fur to his round hips, and udder. With a blush he explored his udder fully till he reached underneath it, suddenly remembering he had something there. “Moo moo,” Ristin moaned softly as he leaned back, his large udder bobbing in the bath water. His fingers probed his tender fem slit eliciting long drawn out moos. The MooCoon swirled his fingers enjoying the warmth of his sex as next to him the fox looked over the small bottles till he found a purple bottle in the shape of a swan.


Scy opened the bottle and poured the oil onto his paws. He slid over to the softly mooing Ristin and started to rub his oil covered paws on Ristin’s back. Ristin explorations stopped as he leaned forward, the fox’s firm paw strokes and the floral scent of the bathe oil soothed Ristin to where he started to fall asleep. 


“Moo?” Ristin vocalized as he woke up confused. The raccoon cow started to panic until a soft paw reached over and covered his muzzle. Ristin breathed in relaxing as the scent of flowers calmed his mind. As he woke, he remembered meeting the scary but gentle fox and a smile came to his face as he rolled over. 


“Good morning Ristin. Ready for your first day serving your new master?” Scy stood up as the moocoon nodded a warm blush on his cheeks. The moo slipped out of the bed, his udder sloshing and bouncing as he followed his master through the castle till they reached a small kitchen.


“Your first duty will be to cook and clean for me. I know you have no clue how to do any of it, so this will help,” the fox pulled a dusty maid’s outfit off a shelf.


“Moo?” Ristin tilted his head as his master shook the garment. Both furs sneezed as a cloud of dust swirled around the room. The moo’s tail swished around like a duster clearing the air as the fox blushed.


“Sorry been meaning to clean up,” Scy helped the clueless raccoon/cow hybrid into the ruffled dress, the frilled skirt barely covering the top of Ristin’s udder. Ristin mooed softly as he was fitted with a matching bonnet. His eyes widened as he felt somewhat different, he gulped and as he started to moo he was shocked.


“Tha  tha thank you master,” he stumbled over the words but they were there. He could talk, no longer mute, no longer trapped behind unintelligible cow noises. His tail whipped and lashed around sweeping up dust in his excitement.


“Well, looks like you can already dust” Scy took a step away from the grown cloud of ancient dust and smiled. His thoughts drifted back several centuries, the last time he felt affection for another fur. He shook his head trying to focus on the here and now and not on long past loves, that still stung his ancient heart whenever he slept. “Now that you are ready, I’ll let you get cleaning.”


“Ok master,” The moocoon watched as Scy walked off before continuing to dust throughout the castle. Over the next few months Ristin learned the complete layout of the massive castle, his favorite rooms being the bath room and the dining hall where he would eat with his master. The dour fox even started to open up and chat more. The moocoon was happy as the necromancer turned from a sour old mage into a slightly more sociable creature. Scy even started to take trips into the closest town, instead of sending his skeletal minions. 


One day as Ristin was busy dusting off a shelf of spell books Scy approached him, his demeanor was very strange. “Ristin, follow me,” he spoke softly, his long tail curled around his waist instead of being held up proudly. The confused moocoon lowered his duster and nodded.


“Yes, master,” He followed his master into the center of the castle and the one room he had never entered, his master’s personal chambers. The fox held the chamber doors open guiding Ristin into the room. It was clear to the maid that his master took care of this one room above any other in the castle. Scy gently closed the door and sat on the edge of his bed.


“My dear Ristin, I have a favor for you to do.” The fox smiled as he laid out on the bed, his robes tossed to the floor. Ristin blushing sat next to the naked fox. Scy reached over pulling the hapless maid on top of him, kissing Ristin passionately.


Ristin mooed softly into the kiss as his udder was smooched against the fox’s fur. The kiss lasted for seemed an eternity before it was broken and Scy looked up at his servant with wistful eyes. He rubbed Ristin’s raccoon chest then drifted down to the maid’s cow half. “Master?” Ristin asked softly, his head tilted upwards as his master gently rubbed the servant’s rear.


“I just wanted one last feel with my own paws ,” Scy smiled sadly before pushing Ristin up. “I’m old, far too old. I’ve accumulated many sins and until you came along, haven’t found a way to atone.” As he spoke his arms started to wither until only bones remained. 


“Master?” Ristin gasped at the sight, as the same process started with Scy’s legs. The skeletal limbs raised to hush the alarmed servant.


“This is my natural form. The rage and pain that has sustained my form is fading. Now all I can feel is shame. Before I fully disappear I want to atone for my past crimes.” The fox stared at his paw, the bones stained red with blood of many innocents. 


“I’ll help you,” Ristin reached out, grasping his master’s paws between his. To his surprise Scy smiled, as the bone cracked and turned to red dust. The process stopped at the knees and elbows, the fox chuckled softly as he was reduced. 


“It seems the gods aren’t done with me after all,” he laughed as he wiggled on the bed. “Seems some of these old bones refuse to let go.” Scy propped himself up on a pillow using his tail to wipe his servants eyes.


“Master, I’ll stay with you no matter how long it takes to atone for your sins.” Ristin declared looking down on the now helpless mage. A grin crossed his muzzle as he picked the fox up in his arms. “I’ve been watching you all these months Master. I know what you really need.” Ristin leaned back on the bed as he lowered the former lord of the castle down to his udder. He adjusted the fox like a newborn and pressed his muzzle against a teat.


Scy whined but accepted this turn of events as he started to suckle at the maid’s udder. The milk was warm and soothed the ancient mage till his eyes started to close. He woke to find himself in his bed, the covers pulled over his body. He instinctively reached out to uncover himself before remembering his new state.


“Good morning Master. Did you sleep well?” Ristin walked into the room with a smile. In his paws he held a pile of cloth rags. “Tsk master you wet the bed! Such a naughty fox.”


Scy gulped, just noticing he was indeed lying in a wet puddle. “I...” It had been centuries since the mage was last speechless. He was helpless as his maid stripped the bed, revealing the necromancer wearing a thick cloth diaper. Scy blushed hard as he in turn was stripped. His loins reacted to the moocoon’s gentle touch, swelling with a long forgotten warmth.


“Oh what do you we have here?” Ristin toyed with his master’s member, relishing his new found power. “I think somebody likes being a dirty fox,” Ristin climbed over Scy with a smirk. “I know just what this naughty fox wants.” Ristin turned around hiking his skirt up. Scy’s cheeks flushed bright red as the moo lowered his rear over his nose. 


“It looks dirty!” Scy mumbled leaning forward to lick at the crud covered hole. His nose wrinkled in disgust but he kept licking as Ristin mooed softly. With a whimper the fox accepted his punishment as muzzle fur was stained brown. Once the hole was cleaned he gave a last lick to the servant's hole. 


“That is a good wizard, but that is not all I have for you,” Ristin teased the pillow fox as he scooted forward. The maid moaned softly, his pucker pushed a wet turd out to plop on Scy’s chest. The vulpine mage whined and gagged at the smell as the moo grunted dumping another fresh cow pie over the fox’s fully erect cock. The cow smirked looking back at his master, deep down he felt that the mage was enjoying this atonement a bit more than he should.


“It stinks,” Scy whined, unable to even hold his nose against the rancid scent. Despite the obvious pleasure his lower parts were getting out of his new position as cow toilet, Scy felt he still needed more punishment.


“There, we go master. Now if you are a good mage I’ll carry you to the baths tonight.” Ristin reached over and patted the squirming fox on the head before heading towards the door. “Now if you will excuse me, this castle is not gonna clean itself. I just might have to use you as a mop,” He teased before closing the door and leaving the necromancer to reflect on his fate.