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They are rude to their townspeople, eagerly take from them, and don't give a damn about anyone else but themselves. This all comes to an end one day when an old peddler has his jewelry taken by them. The curse put apon them transports them to a different world. A world where they're cows! Smelly, ugly, stupid, feral cows. Treated like livestock, they get hauled to the pasture, milked, and receive none of the respect that they [i]rightfully [/i] deserve! That's not all that's in store for them, either. The night holds even more surprises.\n\n\nThis story gave me it's fair share of challenges. The key being: Everything had to be period accurate. Their speech not as much, but the things [i]in[/i] the world. I have a whole window open with medieval names, structures, clothing, and other things to make sure I was as accurate as possible. Not mentioning modern stuff was very difficult, however I learned a lot in the process. This one is more story driven than most of the things I write, so bear with me here. It helped me grow as a writer. Thank you, anonymous. Looking forward to writing part 2 with you.\n\n\nAs always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.\n\nFor the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58225248/", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Princesses Amira and Laviana are horrible princesses. They are rude to their townspeople, eagerly take from them, and don't give a damn about anyone else but themselves. This all comes to an end one day when an old peddler has his jewelry taken by them. The curse put apon them transports them to a different world. A world where they're cows! Smelly, ugly, stupid, feral cows. Treated like livestock, they get hauled to the pasture, milked, and receive none of the respect that they rightfully deserve! That's not all that's in store for them, either. The night holds even more surprises.


This story gave me it's fair share of challenges. The key being: Everything had to be period accurate. Their speech not as much, but the things in the world. I have a whole window open with medieval names, structures, clothing, and other things to make sure I was as accurate as possible. Not mentioning modern stuff was very difficult, however I learned a lot in the process. This one is more story driven than most of the things I write, so bear with me here. It helped me grow as a writer. Thank you, anonymous. Looking forward to writing part 2 with you.


As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment.

For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58225248/", "writing": "[center]Oh No! The Princesses Were Transformed into Cows and Have to Live Life on a Dairy Farm Owned by an Evil Sorceress!\nPart 1[/center]\n\nDew coated the grass that morning. The bright green blades covered the pasture. A gentle breeze wafted a fresh morning smell over the land. Over the pasture, through the neighboring woodlands, and into the nearby farmland. A buff rooster emerged from a henhouse. It clucked and chirped as it made its way to its morning station. The most important job on the farm, and it knew that he couldn’t slack off. Leaping to its favorite fence post, he firmly planted his clawed feet into the rough, weathered wood. He waited. His time would come. A faint light peaked on the horizon, casting its warm glow over the land.\n\n[center][i]*COCK A DOODLE DOO!*[/i][/center]\n\nThe rooster had fulfilled its most important job on the farm. Without him, there would be no sunlight. What work would get done without the light? Satisfied with his job, he hopped down from the fence post and steadily returned to the hen house. His other job was just as important, but not for the public eye.\n\nLike clockwork, the farmhouse’s doors burst open. The same three farm hands emerged, dressed in ragged breeches and tunics. Their bodies were made of stone, as were their limbs. Several smaller stones held together by an ancient magic. Three morning duties were the same daily: Feeding the chickens and cows. Open the gates so the grazing animals could do so. Collect the eggs from the house while they are feeding. \n\nThese three farmhands specialized in these tasks and were always set to perform them. It was a simple task, but the duties in the morning had to be performed quickly. Any eggs collected would become part of the master’s breakfast that day. It was also their role to count the animals in case predators or thieves took any of them in the night. These three were also educated in simple arithmetic, another reason they were in charge of these duties. All other farmhands were not and were simply laborers, built with tougher materials for heavy lifting.\n\nA opened the door to the barn. The smell of hay escaped through the opened door and filled the air. Stall after stall of cows greeted the golem as it entered. As it opened the gates, allowing them to wander to the pasture, two cows in particular caught its attention. Their udders were swollen to a massive size. They would be milked first. On top of that, these two had hair on their heads and necks resembling a person's. One had flowing blond hair, while the other had shorter, curled brown hair. These two cows were to receive special attention and care. \n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\nThe Kingdom of Luca had endured much in the last fifty years. A powerful flood from the neighboring river had destroyed half of the village within the last year, a monstrous pack of wolves had taken residence in the forest nearby. They were picking off their animals one by one, proving to be too powerful even for their hunters and yeoman. But more importantly, they had been conquered by three separate rulers, each proving to be more unworthy than the last. However, the most recent house to enter and rid them of their plight was House Radulf. The villages and townsfolk were overjoyed to have a nobleman on the throne rather than a rogue with a taste for power.\n\nHowever, there was much to be done. Even though the newly anointed King Radulf had sat on the throne for a year, the damage caused by the previous rulers was great. He had brought in his bravest and strongest men to eliminate the pack of wolves that plagued the neighboring village of Gyffard, but some problems demanded immediate attention.\n\nTo remedy this, King Radulf bit his tongue, swallowed his pride, and consulted King Gilliame of the Bolyra Empire. The two had been at war for years. It may have been a petty squabble, but a war was a war in these times. “In the name of peace and prosperity,” he had said to King Gilliame, “I wish to unite our kingdoms. I offer my daughter, Princess Laviana’s hand, in marriage.” Now, King Gilliame had been jealous of Princess Laviana’s beauty for nearly a decade. His daughter, Princess Amira, was not as beautiful as Laviana. \n\nPrincess Laviana was the ideal of a princess. Flowing golden locks, a healthy figure, kind smile, ample bosom, and eyes that told anyone who looked into them that she was the love of their life. She had organized several events to help the villages under her father’s rule, would willingly offer herself as a prize to the knights in jousts, and often gave hand-sewn blankets to children in need. Princess Amira, on the other hand, was the opposite. Brown hair tied into buns, heavy set, and a short temper. She did not care what her kingdom required of her. Often, she couldn’t be found when she was needed. Many times, the royal pantry was raided in the middle of the night, only to discover that it was her. \n\nAfter weeks of negotiating, The Two kingdoms were united. This allowed King Radulf to quest other villages to see for himself what was needed and what was not. While he was gone, he left the princess in charge, thinking she would be a worthy placeholder in his absence. His followers agreed and worshipped King Radulf for his fair judgment skills and kind treatment of his people.\n\nThe village of Gyffard was in full swing. Hordes of civilians trudged the streets with their kin, and the dry, dirt streets were littered with salesmen peddling their goods. The Red Boar Inn sent savory smells through the air. Heavy, meaty aromas of pasties slathered with thick gravy. Barrel after barrel of strong ale was being rolled into the back door from the resident brewer. \n\n“Bread. Freshly baked on the dawn!” “Fruit! Vegetable! Cheapest prices in the town!” Several meat peddlers were lined along the edge of town, selling their freshly butchered animals, claiming to have the juiciest and healthiest cuts of lamb, pork, and beef in all the lands.\n\nA cloud of dust made its way up the road. The villagers stopped and turned. The *clip-clop* of hooves could be heard over the rolling and rattling of wooden wheels on gravel. They all knew who was coming. They also knew their day was about to be ruined. The lavish wooded cart that sped into the center of the village belonged to no other than Cedric, the royal tax collector. He emerged from his lavishly decorated cart, adorned with gold studs along the trim, curtains blocking the windows, and a brutish-looking man up front with the driver. \n\nCedric was not a polite man, hence his selection for this position. After all, one can’t be too kind when collecting taxes. He proudly walked to each stand and demanded the tithes forced upon them. Reluctantly, each individual he approached fished into his purse and pulled their tithes for Cedric, but not without foul gazes cast upon him. Many have tried to cut their weekly tithes short. “How would Cedric know the amount that lingers within our purses,” they’d ask. However, Cedric was quite talented in assessing the contents of one’s purse by the jingle of coins. From individuals, he would take mere pence. He would take shillings from stands with goods, sometimes maybe oras at a time. However, he knew he could collect when he would enter those with established brick-and-mortar stores, such as the Red Boar Inn. The innkeeper once tried to bar Cedric from his establishment, as he once took four-score angels from him in taxes. However, this did not end well, and Cedric had raised the rate. So the innkeeper reluctantly paid his reckoning and turned away with his tail between his legs, like a shamed dog. \n\nThe villagers would ask, “Why hast King Radulf raised the taxes so much? Unlike those before him, we thought he was a good and fair king.”\n\nIn truth, he is a good and kind king. However, he was also easily fooled. As it is true, Princess Amira had been a poor influence on Princess Laviana. Her once kind, cheerful, and giving nature had been twisted by her. The two often shared company when King Radulf was on his personal crusades, and in his absence, Princess Laviana had reign over the Kingdom. With Princess Amira’s influence, the once fair and just laws set by the King had been changed and altered, unbeknownst to him. Cedric had replaced the previous tax collector for his tenacity and innate abilities.\n\nThe princesses relished the treasury slowly being filled weekly, but that didn’t seem enough for the two. Amira’s idea was to venture into the village and take more from their subjects as an additional tithe. “They would have no choice. We are royalty, dear sister.” Of course, Laviana thought it was a lovely idea, not knowing at all what their actions would bring them. They summoned an escort of guards, and in the royal chariot, they rode to the center of town.\n\nThat crisp autumn week, it was the harvest festival. All of September, the farmers slaved away in the fields. Even the women and children were outside with the men, assuring the wheat was reaped in time. The apples had long since been picked and processed by hand by this time, however. Milling would begin shortly after all this, although some milling would be done in advance. The animals that were lined for slaughter would be taken care of; the plumpest and richest ones butchered immediately for the festival. Gathering together, they celebrated their hard work with the best of the best. To test the new batch of flour, the bakers would craft the finest pastries with the new flour crop. It was the tradition in their country to have the royalty visit during the festival, as everyone was treated as equal during that time. To everyone's sorrow, the King was on a crusade, but the tradition was not questioned. \n\nThe festival was underway, and the townsfolk celebrated as one jolly family in the street. Bright orange sunlight filled the street as the sun was setting in the sky. Torches were slowly being lit, illuminating the streets. Children, given a small allowance, ran from stall to stall, seeing if they should open their money on a leather ball, sweet pastries from the baker, or wooden sword from the lumberjack. Adults carried metal flagons of mead and cider as they wandered the streets with comrades, retelling stories from the busy month they had just had. Those who had to work knew that they were missing out on festivities but knew they would be making a small fortune from those in the village and the travelers, so they endured.\n\nFrom the north, the golden carriage carrying the princesses slowly entered the village. Everyone cleared a path, knowing the carriage’s passengers. The guards on their horses rode to the sides, creating a barricade between the villagers and the nobleborn. The herald held his horn on high and blasted his notes through the land. “Presenting, the Princess Laviana and the Princess Amira!” The villagers bowed obediently as the door was opened.\n\nLaviana emerged from the carriage first. The skirting on her luxurious blue dress draped behind her. Her flared cuffs, intentionally longer than they should have been, dangled from her wrists. Braided blond hair sat in a bun on her head rather than her usual free-flowing style. She bowed in return to the villagers in respect; she hadn’t lost all of her old habits quite yet. Amira, however, barged from the carriage, eager to be free from the stuffy cage of a transport. The yellow dress was tight against her body, her upper body tightly squeezed inside like a sausage from the butcher. Her hair was frazzled from the heat, as it tended to when exposed to humic climates, such as a stuffy carriage interior. She paid no heed to the villagers gazing at her, not in awe and respect but bafflement. \n\n“I detest how filthy this village is,” Amira said, disgusted.\n\n“They canst afford such luxuries, Amira.” Laviana haughtily jeered, “Truly thou must understand.” Amira groaned as her dress grew dirtier with each step along the main road. The two freely wandered the street; guards posted every few feet to maintain security. The feel of Festival returned, but an aura of caution flowed with it. They visited each stand: Laviana praised the work and craftsmanship found at each, and Amira would follow up with a finely crafted insult. Amira would snatch a small sample of goods as she turned, claiming it was “an additional tithe!” The upbeat, friendly atmosphere was slowly clouded and became one of disdain. Where the princesses went, frowns followed. Their behavior was enough to dampen the mood. Of course, this was the plan. Amira was more than accustomed to playing the tyrant in Bolyra. They would relish in the spoils after their visit in the privacy of her chambers.\n\nFinally, after the two had upset nearly the entire village, they came to the final vendor. A dark purple cloth spread upon the ground with glittering and sparkling jewelry atop it. The vendor was a cloaked figure that the villagers didn’t recognize, so they relegated her to the space at the end of the street. Their face was shrouded in darkness from their cloak. The only thing visible were their hands, and they spoke volumes. The bony, wrinkled hands looked more like disfigured, thin roots than ligaments. With long, dirty nails, anyone could guess that this person could have been an old man.\n\nThe princesses paused to assess the goods. The glittering gems set into broaches, the intricate metalwork of the bracelets, and the sheer amount of gems that decorated the rings gave Amira suspicion. “You. Old man.” She pointed an accusatory, well-manicured finger. “Where didst thou steal this jewelry?”\n\n“Lady Amira, please.” Laviana clasped her hands. “I dost not think he has stolen them.”\n\n“Prithee.” The figure spoke, raising his index finger. His speech was slow and ragged. “The Royalty is incorrect in their accusation.”\n\n\n“Dost though accuse me of falsehood?” Amira demanded, stepping forward. “Thou art brave with thine speech.”\n\n“Nay, Lady Amira.” Laviana placed a hand, stilling Amira’s rage for a mere second. “I dost not believe he has stolen them,” she repeated. “However, I do believe that he has slain other nobles to gain them illicitly.”\n\n“I am brave because I am correct.” The man lowered his finger. “However, if thou truly believe that I am a thief or murderer, you may have my wares. Please, consider them recompense for my sins.” He gestured to the cloth with his hand, slowly and painfully; the bones in his body creaked as they did so. “But be warned. There have been tales of curses fixed to my wares.” \n\n“Thou dost tell lies.” Amira motioned for a guard to seize the jewelry. He grabbed the corners of the cloth and gathered them all at once. “Let this be a lesson to thee.” Amira glared at the man with her beady eyes. “Count thy blessings that I shall not sentence thee to the dungeon.”\n\nWith an evil smirk on her face, Laviana faced the old man. “Perhaps we ought to send this man to the dungeons, Lady Amira. Best to air on the side of caution.” Without command, the guards swooped in and seized the elderly man by his elbows. A crowd gathered around them, the villagers voicing their distaste for their judgment. \n\n“Very well.” The man said as the guards hoisted him to his full length. “Thou hast made your choice.” He was quickly hauled away, his feet dragging behind him. The Princesses belted an arrogant laugh, feeling they had bested the villager.\n\n“Oh, I do enjoy displaying my powers,” Amira sighed heavily. “Come, Lady Laviana, I believe we have exhausted the entertainment value of this festival. \n\n“Indeed, Lady Amira. We shall retire.” The two began striding to their carriage, the angry stares of the village not disrupting their joy in the slightest. \n\n“Lady Amira! Lady Laviana!” The Guard captain approached them, panting as he supported himself with his thick quarterstaff. “The old man escaped!”\n\n“Excuse me?” Amira froze, her beady eyes focusing on the captain.\n\n“Forgive me, Lady Amira. We had him within our grasp. However, smoke appeared from thin air, and he vanished!”\n\n“Captain.” Laviana said sternly, “You speak as if that old fool was a magician or court jester with parlor tricks.”\n\n“I am responsible for this failure, my lady.” He fell to his knees. “I shall accept any punishment you shall give.” If it weren’t for his armor, the princesses would have seen the fear in the captain’s eyes. There was no punishment more fierce than Lady Laviana’s as of late. \n\n“We shall discuss this later.” Laviana said. The two strode past the captain, leaving him to wallow in fear. What no one had seen, even the villagers, was the pair of beady yellow eyes, watching the scene play out from within the shrubbery nearby.\n\n\n\n\nThe guards carried their spoils to Laviana’s chambers and left promptly. Amira sat on Laviana’s bed and immediately shoved a pastry into her mouth. Speaking with her mouth full, she vented about their trip. “I simply cannot believe that peasant.” Swallowing loudly, she reached for another pastry; this one had a tart apple filling, which she spilled on herself. “I know he stole these!” She kicked the tied-up purple sheet that lay beside the bed. “It dost not matter now. They belong to us. Hahahaha!”\n\nLaviana sat in her chair in front of her make-up vanity. She began removing her many layers of makeup. As vein as she was, and enjoyed being the most beautiful woman in the room, it was exhausting wearing so much make-up. However, with the increased taxes, the two had been able to afford more make-up, even the higher quality types. “Indeed,” Lady Laviana said as she began wiping her face with water from a wash basin, “They cannot deny our rites as royalty.”\n\n“Who dost you think will keep those dirty peasants in line, anyway? People like your father are soft. Weak. Foolish.” Laviana froze, not enjoying this conversation in its entirety. “His people will soon rise against him. They will find that he is incapable of ruling with an iron fist. Rebellion, Laviana! Rebellion!” Amira shook her fist in Laviana’s face at this. “You need to set an example. You are not their servant; they are yours.”\n\nAmira had said this before, but Lavina had never quite grasped it before. If an old man could escape his guards, who’s to say a peasant couldn’t? Or a rebel? Invaders from another land. Perhaps it was time for a change? “Mayhaps.”\n\n“Come, Laviana.” Amira dug into the tied sheet that held the jewelry. “Share in the spoils.” She dug a pudgy hand into the makeshift bag as Laviana rose. “I do wonder where he acquired these.” The rattling of metal on metal filled the room as she shuffled her hand around the bag. “I believe,” Amira pulled a necklace out, “this one shall be mine.” A silver necklace, with a small emerald on each link, was draped in her hand. A larger emerald, embossed in silver, sat in the middle of it, sparkling in the faint candlelight. \n\n“Very well, then.” Laviana dove into the bag and pulled out a ring. The enormous ruby radiated royalty. Anyone who wore this ring would be taken for a nobleborn, at least. “I do fancy this ring.”\n\n“Oh my.” Amira froze, ogling the ring that Laviana was slipping on her finger. “Be careful with that. One may think a prince has claimed thee.”\n\n“Bah.” Laviana removed the ring and tossed it to the bed. “One may only hope to have my hand with a ring such as this.” She reached for a necklace, purposely searching for one she desired. She emerged from the bag with a thin golden necklace, no thinner than twine. A small sapphire was wrapped in thin, golden wires dangling from the necklace. “This is more fitting for me.” Fiddling with the latch, she pulled the necklace to her neck. “Oh, this is lovely.”\n\nAmira had struggled with hers all the while, only now succeeding in latching it around her fat neck. It was too small, squeezing her neck slightly. “Our fathers shall wonder where we acquired these.”\n\n“We shall say it was a gift from the village during the festival.” Laviana laughed. Amira followed suit.\n\n“Hahahahaha. HAHAHAHA MOO!” Amira covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock.\n\n“Lady Amira. That is not ladylike at all. Leave the animal impressions for the peasants.” Laviana turned to her mirror, walking away to have a look at the beauty of her new necklace.\n\n“I, I dost not know that came over me.” She placed a hand over her throat. “It was as it I MOO!” She covered her mouth again.\n\n“Please, the jest has died.” Laviana sat and looked at herself. The necklace was truly beautiful. The sapphire sparkled and seemed to illuminate where she stepped. “I believe we shall sort the rest to our MOOOOO!” Laviana covered her mouth as well. Her eyes were wide. The necklace suddenly grew tight around her neck, shrinking as if it had a mind of its own. Amira was gagging as hers followed suit.\n\nLaviana’s room quickly became hazy around them, as if it were a painting, and the artist was smearing the wet paint. The white wooden walls, colorful and plush rugs, paintings on the walls—everything became a blur. However, the princesses had more concerning matters. The necklaces, already tight around their necks, stretched wider. The cool metal surface became warm and rough. “AMIR-OOOO!” Laviana fell to her knees, balance failing her.\n\nAmira was already on her hands and knees, breathing heavily as if she had run a great distance. Her hands were balled into fists, enduring the sudden stress. The sound of ripping echoed in the air as Amira’s gown began to shred along her body. Short white fur leaked from the ever-growing rips under the yellow silken gown. “MOOOOO!” Another animal sound blurted from Amira’s mouth when she attempted to speak. Sweat flowed like a fountain from her forehead. Her supple breasts erupted from the gown, revealing the royal bust. These two were covered in thin white fur. However, they were slowly shrinking into her body by the second. \n\nLaviana gazed in horror at the fate of her friend and fellow royal. She dared not open her mouth lest she emit another ‘Moo.’ Her hands and feet felt a chill. She jerked to check what was happening and wanted to shout for a guard. “MOOOOO! MOOOOOOO!” Her hands were dark black and smoothed into hooves, and her feet were no different. All her toes were missing, and the rest of her foot was fusing into a rounder hoof. Laviana tried to stand but quickly fell again. Her limbs were stretching and bending in different places. New bones were forming, current ones fusing and splitting, and all sensations numb to her.\n\nWhite fur began to sprout on her body, starting at her hooves and up her legs. “MOO! MOOOOO!” Laviana could not move her legs, her body denying her brain the instinct to shake off the fur, thinking it was only cosmetic. Her vision was obstructed as she watched the fur take over her body. A tight, stretching sensation covered her head as she watched her nose and mouth extend from her face. Thanks to this new snout, she couldn’t see half of everything in her vision. \n\nHoping for a distraction, Laviana looked around the blurry room. A glimpse at Amira left her speechless. Shreds of yellow gown were on the floor. In the middle of it all, a monstrous, large cow. Something about this cow was off, though. Its stomach was an enormous, unhealthy size. An unkempt mop of brown hair sat on its head, covering its eyes. Amira was growing her new snout, and from Laviana’s perspective, it looked horrific, seeing the skin stretch and expand like clay. \n\nLaviana’s body stretched and expanded, her dress ripping as well. Her once thin body was now large, wide, and barrel-shaped. The fur swept over her body in a wave, black splotches forming randomly. The only thing that remained of her human body was the long, blond hair draped over her head and neck, now frazzled and bunched in knots. “Mooooo….” Laviana lay on the floor, resigned to her new life. But whatever magic had done this to her and Amira, it wasn’t done yet. Bursting from her lower half, a bulbous sack of flesh began to inflate between her hind legs. Bright pink and somewhat veiny, it grew larger and larger. Amira had the same thing growing from her, who had also flopped to her side. Laviana recognized this. The only thing missing from the two of them was an udder. At least they remained female. The glimmering gems that hung from their former necklaces stretched into a cowbell, now dangling from a hook on their leather collars.\n\nThe blurred room wavered and began to clear, the white walls turning a distinct light grey. Worn wood surrounded them, and straw flooded the floor—mountains of it were piled in the corners. The fireplace faded away, replaced with a wood-burning stove. Other cows sat in stalls along the wall while the two princesses, now cows, lay on the straw floor, exhausted from their ordeal. The high ceiling housed bird's nests, the birds resting on the beams above them. A small window was open up above, letting in sunlight.\n\nThe wide barn doors opened, and sunlight poured in. A short, cloaked figure stood in the door, the light casting his body in shadow. “Well, well. It seems that the princesses have fallen from grace.” He casually strode forward, his cloak dragging behind him. “I did caution thee.” He stood above them now, glowering. “However, you did not take heed.” His hands grasped the edges of his hood and slowly pulled it back, revealing his face. It was not an elderly man’s face. It was one of a beautiful woman. Her billowing brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and ruby-red lips contradicted her appearance below the shoulders. “Now, thee shall pay the price.”\n\nHer body was revealed to the world by casting her shoddy black cloak aside. Smoke poured from underneath, blocking her body from view. Amira and Laviana were too unaware to witness their captor’s monologue. Their brains were fried. The smoke dispersed, and the woman stood before them. A new brown cape sat on her shoulders—a tight red tunic wrapped around her body, tailored to expose her ample bust and cleavage. Brown wrappings around her ankles led to her sandals. A tall, oaken staff, knobby and worn from years of use, sat in her hands, a purple crystal adorning the top. “Worry not, Princesses. You shall be in my care. Perhaps thou shalt do some good from now on.”\n\nThe Sorceress snapped her fingers, and four stone golems appeared in a puff of smoke. “Take our new bovine friends to their stalls. They had a big day and require rest.” She turned and let her minions do her dirty work. Laviana and Amira were carefully lifted from the floor by two golems each. Carefully carrying them to an empty stall along the wall, they placed them inside and locked the gate. \n\nAmira opened her eyes slightly. Everything was blurry as she saw towering, grey figures walking away. The lack of energy hit her, and she fell asleep again.\n\n[center]__________[/center]\n\nThe glowing red sun spilled over the rolling hills, flooding the farmland with its warmth. The rooster once more emerged from its house and leaped upon the fence post, crowing to the sky. Three golems evacuated the farmhouse nearby and trudged their way down the dirt path to the barn. One turned to the henhouse while the other two continued to the barn. The long, wooden building stood out in the middle of the vast farmland. It took two of them to open the heavy wooden doors along the middle of the wall. Grasping the handles on the sides of the heavy, wooden panels, they pulled with all of their might, making grunting sounds as they did so. \n\nSunlight poured into the barn, and the smell of straw and manure spilled into the open air. The two golems lumbered into the barn. Some of the cows were already awake, the bells on their collars dinging and donging with their morning stretching. One golem began counting the cows, pointing at each of them and mumbling as the other made its way to the far end, where the new cows were still on their sides. It waved to its companion, calling it over.\n\nLaviana stirred. She never was an early riser. The straw, warm and coarse against her flank, scratched her flank, disturbing her slumber further. “Rrrrrrr…” She slowly opened her eyes; everything was blurry. What a bad dream. The golems were staring at her. Their heads had no faces, but one could tell they were staring at her. [i]Am I still dreaming?[/i] Laviana sluggishly and awkwardly rose to her hooves, stabilizing her back legs, then pushing her heavy body with her front legs. \n\n“ᚴᚬᚬᛏ ᛁᛏ ᛁᛋ ᛅᛚᚱᛁᚴᚼᛏ.” The two golems appeared to be speaking to each other. They mumbled in a low tone, not a word or fragment discernable as the king’s English.\n\n“ᚢᚼᛅᛏ ᚬᚠ ᚦᛁ ᚬᚦᛁᚱ ᚬᚾᛁ.” They turned to the stall next door, where a cow lay on its side. \n\nLaviana recognized a key feature of the cow: its brown hair. Her dark eyes stared at the other cow. [i]Nay. It cannot be[/i]. She turned around and around, hoping for a mirror. The more she looked, the more horrified she became. Her luxurious, comfortable room in the castle’s tower was gone. The canopy bed with plush mattress and silken sheets? Vanished. Not a single piece of furniture to be found. Instead, there was old wood, piles of straw, and the distinct smell of manure, like in the village. She found a small trough with water in the corner of her fenced-in stall. She began walking over to it, but fell on her face, not yet accustomed to four feet and hooves. \n\n“ᛏᚼᛅᛏ ᚬᚾᛁ ᛁᛋ ᚴᛚᚢᛘᛋᛁ,” the golems mumbled.\n\n“ᛒᛁᛋᛏ ᛏᚬ ᚢᛅᛏᚴᚼ ᛁᛏ.”\n\nRegaining her balance, Laviana cautiously wobbled to the trough. [i]What has happened to my legs? I am walking like a toddler![/i] The face that greeted her did not meet her expectations. [i]Oh, gods above. Twas not a dream.[/i] A cow stared back at her. A cow with flowing blond hair, blue eyes, and horizontal pupils. [i]No! NO! [/i]She looked at the rest of her body. Hooved feet stood where her human legs should have been, not to mention her missing beautiful dress. She glanced behind her, more of those hooved legs and a long, black-and-white body. The short-furred flank in her vision was stained with droppings from the straw beneath her. What was the worst to her was the large, bulging, veiny udder dangling between her back legs. Short fur grew on the sack of skin, but not enough to cover up the pink color. Four teats dangled from it, as if begging to be touched.\n\n[i]NOOOO![/i] “MOOOOO! MOOOOOOOO!” Laviana began jumping on her back legs, crying for help, someone, anyone at all. Her cowbell attached to the leather collar around her neck rang constantly. All that came out of her mouth was ‘Moo!” The two golems turned to her and mumbled something. Laviana didn’t hear them. She was too concerned with her current situation. [i]I’m a cow! A filthy cow![/i] “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”\n\nEvery cow in the barn lazily looked in her direction, wondering why the new girl had a panic attack. A few lazy moos came from them, wanting to be released for the day. One of the golems did just that. The other maintained their position by Laviana and Amira, who were waking up now due to all the noise.\n\n“Moooo…” Amira rose to her feet. Her green eyes were half open, now matched with horizontal bovine pupils. “Moooo-“ Her eyes immediately shot open. “Mooo! Mooooo!” Amira’s head darted left and right, checking her surroundings. She had come to the same conclusion that Laviana had in way less time. Amira started panicking and running around her stall. The massive udder in between her hind legs flopped and bounced with each jolt. \n\n“ᚠᚱᛁᛁᚾᛏ! ᛅᛋᛋᛁᛋᛏᛅᚾᚴᛁ!” The golem ran over to his partner, having already set half the cows free for the day. The two held their arms out toward Amira and Laviana and began chanting in unison.\n\n[center]ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ\nᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ\nᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ\nᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ[/center]\n\nA wave of calm rushed over their bodies like water. Their eyes grew blank and dull. Laviana ceased her jumping and kicking. Amira stood still. “Moo.” The golems nodded and opened their gates. Obediently, as if they had always lived as cows, they walked out of their stalls, out the big door, and into the pasture with the other cows. The golems split up again, one to release the others while the other followed the princesses outside. \n\nThe sun beamed down on the pasture as the other cows barrelled out of the barn, eager for their time outside. The pasture was open, the green grass wet from dew, with a rickety fence keeping the cows contained. The forests along the northern end of the pasture were also damp, the needles of the pine trees sparkling in the sunlight. Small rodentia happily ran inside and out of the forest, pausing to watch the cows wander into the pasture. It was that time of day once more. They knew well enough that the cows wouldn’t cause any trouble, so they went on about their day, gathering nuts for the coming winter. \n\nAs the cows made way to their favorite spots, Laviana and Amira stood still in the middle of the pasture, still in their daze. The bright light on their fur was a welcome change from the dry air in the barn. There were patches of grass that were shorter than the rest of the pasture. They'd search for more as the cows ate the grass and other treats that grew in the pasture. There was no need to cut the grass with magic or a scythe. \n\nSeeing that the wild cows had been tamed, the two golems returned to the barn.\n\nIt felt like hours to Laviana and Amira. Standing in the pasture, their brains gripped by ancient magic. The other cows grazed and minded their business, living on as a cow usually would. Once in a while, one of the other cows would express concern. “Mroooo” they would say as they walked up to them. Getting no response, they would then sniff all over their bodies, checking for anything unusual. However, that would yield no obscurities either. So, they would walk away and search for some clover.\n\nAround noon, the two started to gain awareness once more. Amira Moo’d lazily, slowly waking from the spell that lured them outside. Her lazy eyes opened, her pupils wide. She jumped in shock. “MOO!” Her legs spread wide, her head frantically darted side to side, taking in her new surroundings. [i]Where am I now?! [/i] Amira ran clumsily forward, not caring who was watching or what was around her. However, she fell to her side with a heavy thud. As coordinated as she was walking on two legs, four legs proved challenging. \n\nLaviana came to as well, blinking frantically. The sun nearly blinded her. “Mooo…” She stood, not knowing where she now was. The pasture was foreign to her; a far cry from the plush, decorated castle. “Moo…” Her eyes narrowed. “Moooooo.” She leaned forward. “MOOOOOO!” Hooves stomped on the ground. [i]BLAST IT! WHY CAN’T I SPEAK!?[/i] Laviana continued her fit, having more room to thrash and stomp around now that she was outside. One might have confused her for a rampaging bull if it weren’t for the udder hanging from her body. \n\nAmira was slowly getting to her hooves. Regaining her balance, laying upright, she pushed her back legs up, then her front legs. She let an aggressive moo slip from her mouth. She wasn’t one to fail. Princess Amira always got what she wanted and there was hell to pay when she didn’t. Slowly turning around, she spotted another cow having some kind of fit. “Mroo?” Long golden locks flew this way and that as the cow flung its head around. [i]There’s only one person that has hair like that[/i]. “MROOO!” Daring to walk normally, Amira approached Laviana. She stamped her hoof on the ground. [i]You have some nerve showing your face after what you have done to me.[/i]\n\nOf course, all that Laviana heard was a casual Moo. Laviana fell to her side, knocking the wind out of her. A cow was staring at her.[i] I can’t understand you[/i], she tried to say. But of course, all that came from her mouth was a disgruntled “Moo.” Amira would not back down, finding that it was useless to further sling insults and accusations at her. She could not speak, and this cow that looked like Laviana couldn’t understand her. Great. There must be something to do in this pasture. Unsteadily walking away, she chose a direction and stuck to it. Laviana slowly rose and followed. Eventually, the two reached the forest and, therefore, the fence. A regular dark wood fence kept together with nails and hope.\n\nAmira stopped.\n\nLaviana caught up, and she, too, stopped. \n\nIn front of them was a broken section of the fence. Not weathered away, but seemingly deliberate damage, one segment of fence smashed, leaning on the ground, and kept there. There was enough room for, say, a cow to get through. The two looked at each other. No words were needed; they knew what they had to do, even if it was a risk or a trap. What did they have to lose? They had been transformed into cows! What could be worse? Ramming her head into the broken board, it fell to the ground. Now easier to step over the fence, Amira did so. \n\nSuddenly, Amira fell to her knees. A jolt of electricity shot through her body. “MROOOOO!” She panted, recovering from the sudden attack. [i]What was that?[/i] Her backside slowly felt heavier by the second. Her udder was growing and growing, filling with milk as if it were being filled by a bucket. [i]You must be jesting! [/i]\n\n“MROO!” Laviana called as Amira panicked. She ran and tried to jump over the fence. Being much too heavy to jump, she stumbled, and her back legs hit the fence, landing on the other side of it. The same jolt of electricity coursed through her, filling her udder. [i]DRAT[/i]! Laviana panted as she struggled to get up, her udder growing heavier and heavier. How was she going to fix this?\n\nThe two regained themselves for a moment, feeling their udders growing and growing. Once rested, Amira turned and motioned for Laviana to follow. Turning to glance at the rest of the herd, who didn’t even seem to care that they were leaving the pasture, she wavered. [i]Where are we even going?[/i] She followed Amira uneasily. \n\nIt was cool under the shade of the trees. Wildflowers were littered around the forest floor, their colors starkly contrasting the dark shades of green and brown. Mushrooms could be found on fallen trees and stumps. The occasional patch of sunlight warmed their fur as they continued. It felt like all the wildlife was staring at them. The birds were watching as they perched on the tree branches; squirrels and chipmunks seemed to be following them curiously, and bugs swarmed them. No matter how much they shook their heads to send them away, the little pests returned, craving the cows. \n\nLaviana would grunt, snapping at the bugs with her large, blunt teeth. Once in a while, she would bite one of the flies pestering her. However, this would be more annoying as their taste was putrid. No matter how many she killed, there would seem to be infinite numbers of them. She longed for the comfort of her tower. Decorative windows that would block pests such as these from entering her room, herbs that she could burn to deter them if they managed to fly in from other entrances, or even asking her maids to take care of them. She moo’d furiously. [i]Honestly, how many of these pests are there to be had?[/i]\n\nAmira did not mind them. In her country, the pests were everywhere. She had grown accustomed to them being in every building and room. Even royalty had to deal with them. The one thing she thought about Laviana, which she had made abundantly clear when they first met, was that she was soft. Conditions such as these, disregarding the transformation into a cow, were not foreign to her. The forest was not familiar to her, though. Her plan, which she was sadly unable to communicate, was to walk in a straight line until they reached the other side. From there, they would find their way back to the castle and try to speak to someone. It was not a well-thought-out plan, but she would come up with something. She planned to come up with something, of course. Her massive udder was beginning to ache.\n\nOn long trips before all this, the two would talk idly about various things. Their handmaids who had done silly things, topics relating to their fathers, or discussing ways to have fun. However, with the inability to talk, it was rather impossible. It was a very silent hike. As they continued, the sun slowly lowered in the sky. When they left, it was at its highest point in the sky. They could tell the sun was setting through the breaks in the forest’s canopy. They didn’t know how far they traveled, as the forest seemed to go on and on and on.\n\nOccasionally, they would come across a small pond. The two would take the opportunity to refresh themselves. The water was crystal clear. Smaller animals were also helping themselves, and birds even floated on the water’s surface. They hesitated initially but would much rather not travel through the seemingly endless forest without water. \n\nAs the sun sunk further, the forest grew darker. Amira hoped that she was heading in the same direction. They had to walk slower as seeing what was underneath their feet became harder. The bugs got worse the later it became, bombarding their faces with a sick desire to get stuck in their eyes. The owls came out, their cooing echoing throughout the forest.\n\nAfter what seemed like hours, a patch of light broke through the trees. Laviana was the first to notice. “Moo?” She stumbled forward, seeing something in the light. “MOO!” Feeling a burst of energy, she ran forward, stumbling but maintaining her balance, the hours of walking ample practice. Amira called after her and ran to catch up. The sound of a bell came from outside the forest. Whatever it was, it could be anything besides that awful farm. Excited, the two ran and ran, their bells ringing slightly as they flopped against their bodies. \n\nThey broke through the trees, and the light blinded them. Lowering their heads as they left the forest, they heard the bell ringing louder. The smell of manure filled the air. Oh no… Amira raised her head, fearing the worst. She felt like falling over. The farmhouse and barn stood there waiting for them at the end of a long dirt path. Two golems were rangling up the cows from the pasture, one holding a large bell hitting it with a hammer. \n\n[i]How did this happen?! [/i]Laviana shouted, a loud, distressed moo flying down the path. One of the two golems stood alert, hearing Laviana. It gazed down the path, seeing two of its cows outside of the pasture and at the end of the dirt road. It disappeared for a second, then magically reappeared in front of them. The two shouted, the loud mooing filling each other's ears. With speed not yet seen, it reached out with both hands and grasped their noses, its stony grip preventing them from shouting or running away. \n\nIt mumbled something unrecognizable. “ᚱᛁᚾ ᚠᚬᚱ ᚱᛁᛋᛏᚱᛅᛁᚾᛏ.”\n\nSomething cold pierced the cartilage in their nose, sending a split second of pain through them. They squirmed, trying to escape the golem’s clutches. Despite being a cow for nearly a day now, Amira hadn’t paid too much attention to the muzzle. Her eyes deleted it from her vision after a few hours unless she called attention to it. Laviana stomped on the golem’s foot, but the stone was harder than a cow’s hoof, so this proved fruitless. Something heavy sat, not on, but in their noses. The weight of it was jarring. The golem pulled his hand away. \n\nSignaling to his partner, the bell rang louder, much louder. It reached Amira and Laviana now. As if in a trance, the two began wandering toward the barn. It was too late now; they took eager steps toward the barn with the others, mooing absent-mindedly, unable to resist the allure of the bell. Following the other cows, the princesses were herded back into the barn and into their stalls.\n\nOnce Amira’s stall was closed, the trance seemed to fade. Regaining her control, Amira glanced around her stall. “Mroo?” The weight on her nose entered her mind again. Looking for a mirror, or something reflective, she found a trough full of water. She recoiled in disgust. A large, golden ring had been stabbed through her nostrils. [i]Those fiends! When I escape, I shall have their heads![/i] Several golems were wandering around the barn, now carrying buckets. What is happening? Before she could get her answer, a golem approached her stall and opened the gate, an empty bucket in his hand. \n\n“ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛁᚱᛚ.” It mumbled as it reached for a stool in the corner. It set the stool on the ground next to Amira’s body and sat. Rubbing her side, it mumbled to her in its unknown language. “ᚢᛁ ᛋᚼᛅᛚᛚ ᛋᛁᛁ ᚼᚬᚢ ᛘᚢᚴᚼ ᛘᛁᛚᚴ ᛁᚬᚢ ᛒᚱᚬᛏᚢᚴᛁ.” \n\n[i]For heaven’s sake,[/i] she hung her head.[i] I do not understand your speech![/i] Amira said firmly to the golem, overwhelmed by today’s events. Of course, the golem only heard ‘Moo!’. It placed the bucket underneath her udder. Where are you putting that? The golem leaned low underneath her. [i]Where do you think you are go-[/i]“MOOO!” Cold, hard hands caressed her teats. Gingerly, it squeezed them and pulled them toward the ground.[i] OOOOOooooOOOoohh… [/i]The sensations running through her body were unlike any other. As royalty, she was to be pure and chaste until marriage. Amira could only imagine that this was what losing her virginity could feel like. As the golem continued attempting to milk her, she squirmed. Her fur stood on end, and the clapper inside of her bell constantly rattled against the metal, making a clattering; it nearly floored her.\n\nThe dam burst.\n\nMilk flooded from the teats the golem was working—a thin stream at first. Amira fell to her knees, somehow keeping her back legs upright. The stimulus from the milk flowing through her teats shook her. She emitted a wobbly, hesitant moo, unsure whether she should be enjoying this or not. The golem kept working. The more he pulled, the more milk filled the bucket. Slowly, Amira regained her composure and got back to her hooves. She hung her head in shame.[i] I should not be enjoying such things. I am not a cow. I am royalty![/i] She felt the need to remind herself of that simple fact. [i]I am not a cow. I am not a cow. I am not a- [/i]\n\nHer other two teats began leaking milk without being massaged prior. [i]GODS ABOVE![/i] “MOOOOOO!” Her legs wobbled. The golem ceased his milking and called for help. Another Golem came into the stall and supported Amira while the other continued milking. Her heavy panting was filling the barn, the other cows breaking from their focus to glare at the new cow. \n\nMeanwhile, Laviana wasn’t faring any better. The golem that came to milk her was faring on its own, but Laviana was barely maintaining her balance. Her expression was unmistakable—pure bliss. Unlike Amira, she could hold her own and maintain her moans when in public; however, she was having a tough time. Her tongue hung as far out of her mouth as possible, dribbling saliva onto the straw-covered floor. With her legs wobbling, her teats, two teats that weren’t being worked by the golem, constantly wiggled around, and what little milk was dribbling from them was missing the bucket completely. \n\n[i]Goodness. This feeling is,[/i] she paused to slurp, too much. She panted and nearly collapsed. The golem reached for another bucket, having filled the first one, switching teats as well. Laviana stomped her hooves on the ground, trying to maintain her composure. I[i] am a princess. Not a cow. I am a princess. Not a cow[/i]. She repeated this mantra to herself as the euphoria surged through her body. [i]I’m not a [/i]“Mroooooooooooo.” She surrendered to it, letting out several moos as the golem milked her for the day. Amira was wailing next door. As much as she tried to act as a royal would, this was too much for her.\n\nIt couldn’t last long enough. Before she knew it, the golem stood from the stool and carried away the two buckets of milk. [i]No, come back[/i]! She walked forward unsteadily, mooing feverishly. [i]Don’t I have more to give?[/i] She looked at her udder. It was noticeably smaller than when she woke this morning. [i]Goodness, it milked me dry.[/i] Amira’s Golem was still milking, having gone through two buckets now and working on a third. Aviana only had a momentary taste, but she longed for more. However, it seemed that her wishes would be answered. A Golem was approaching her stall again with a bucket. [i]Can I give more? [/i]She approached the gate, mooing constantly. The golem paid her no mind, hefting the bucket over the gate and dumping its contents into her trough.\n\n“Moo?” Laviana gazed at the things that slopped into the trough. A mixture of oats, chunks of fruits, and more foliage. [i]Am I expected to eat this as well? [/i]She recognized some of the ingredients in the slop. She had had a few of the fruits at the castle before. Taking a sniff of it, she quickly pulled her head back.[i] No. I shall not eat this.[/i] She turned away, leaving the slop be. Unfortunately, there was nowhere she could sit down and contemplate her situation. As if it were natural, her rear end lowered to the ground with her front legs supporting the weight of her upper body. Laviana looked at her body. This felt comfortable to her. Her mind seemed to be at ease in this position, enjoying the weight of her new body resting against the ground rather than struggling to be supported on her legs.\n\nAmira had a different idea, though. The golems had just left her stall, having walked away with five buckets full of her milk. Utterly exhausted from the experience, she fell to the ground and flopped on her side. Her eyes were open, her mouth agape. It was clear that her energy, like her udder, had been drained. Rather than struggle to maintain her upright posture, she allowed gravity to take her. [i]That was too much.[/i] She took a deep breath, her sides filling with the air she pulled in and exhaled loudly.[i] I hope they do not think they can milk me whenever they want.[/i]\n\nThe golems wrapped up milking the other cows, who were more cooperative than Amira and Laviana were. When they finished, they hauled all the buckets of milk out of the barn. They returned with two bulls in tow—their short brown fur, humungous horns that extended past their shoulders, and broad, muscular shoulders. The princesses glanced at them with confusion. They weren’t in the barn this morning. The two were mumbling to each other as they led the bulls to the farthest stalls in the barn. Once the two were locked up for the night, the golems left the barn, shutting the doors. They did not return.\n\nThere was only one thing left to do at that point: The two waited for evening to come.\n\n\n\n\nIt was a still evening. Fireflies illuminated the pasture, gently floating through the air. The stillness would have calmed even the most enraged of beasts. The cows slept as the full moon reached its highest point in the sky. Even the transformed princesses slumbered; the straw in their stalls an uncomfortable shift in sleeping arrangements compared to their previous arrangements. Even the mice that silently scampered along the edges of the walls were still slumbering in their burrows that night.\n\nIt seemed as if the night begged for something to happen; and happen, something did. The faint lamplight in the barn suddenly turned a deep purple. Ribbons of light streamed from the lamps in a curling, whimsical fashion. One made its way to the nearest cow, wrapping itself around her flank. The light from the ribbon spilled onto the cow, covering its body from head to tail. Every cow was soon covered in the purple light, the ribbons fusing with their bodies. \n\nAmira and Laviana were the last to be infected with the light. They did not wake, as it filled them with a pleasant warmth. However, all the cows began to change. Laviana’s wide flanks began to shrink, becoming more shapely, that of a human’s. Clear definitions of a curvy torso, hips, and thighs became apparent. Exploding from her chest, two enormous, bouncy, and soft breasts. Her long snout shrank into her face, making way for a cuter, feminine, human-esque face: a shorter snout, cow-reminiscent nose, beautiful blue eyes, and blushing cheeks. The nose ring remained, albeit shrunken to a smaller size. Human arms and legs replaced the long, bony bovine limbs. The tail remained protruding from her tailbone, resting on her plump rear.\n\nAmira did not receive the same treatment. Where Laviana received a buxom body with oversized breasts, Amira was receiving the opposite. Her bovine flanks thinned slightly to look less like a box and more rounded. Breasts inflated to larger sizes than Laviana’s, resembling watermelons. Fat redistributed to her morphing hips and thighs. Thick and heavy limbs restructured as bovine became human. \n\nA flash of purple light filled the barn and dispersed. The cows were gone, replaced by beautiful, voluptuous, sexy women with bovine features. The lamps returned to their original low, orange color, slowly growing brighter and brighter. \n\nLaviana stirred as the light disturbed her slumber. “Hmm…” She rubbed her eyes, rustling the straw. “Is it morning so soon?” She sat up, stretching her aching limbs. “Goodness, that was a nightmare.” She fully opened her eyes. She was still in a barn. The same straw, the same stall, the same wooded barricade keeping her inside. “Oh dear.” She clapped a hand over her mouth. She could speak again! Eyes wide in shock, thoughts raced through her mind. Something felt off about her face. Carefully, fearfully, she removed her hand from her face. Short white fur with black spots covered her hand and arm. Not just her arm. Her legs, too, and her body. “Wait…” Laviana cupped the enormous breasts that were attached to her body. Firm, perky, pink nipples stood upright, leaking the smallest bit of milk. The weight of the hefty breasts in her hands couldn’t be mistaken for fakes or an illusion.\n\nLaviana froze. “Amira…” Thinking of her friend, she frantically looked left and right. In the stall left of her, a pudgy woman with cow fur covering her body lay in the straw, snoring. Frantically, she sprung to her feet and tried to open the gate. “Drat. Open you foul thing!”\n\n“Let me help you, sister.” A furred hand reached over and lifted an arm from the limiter. Suddenly the door flew open with the weight Laviana was putting on it. She fell to the ground, her new breasts absorbing most of the fall. “Are you ok, sister?” \n\nLaviana groaned, flipping her body over. Above her was a beautiful, curvy cow woman. Little, stubby horns sat on her head. Cow ears were placed where human ears should have been. She couldn’t see any other features of her face beyond her bulbous breasts blocking her vision. “Umm…” On top of her pelvis was a bulging, veiny udder. It seemed not to have been milked in days as droplets slowly leaked from her four teats, hitting the straw-covered floor. “I am all right!” Lavana scrambled to her feet and frantically opened Amira’s stall, closing it behind her, and ducked behind it. The girl who opened her tilted her head in confusion. \n\nLaviana hyperventilated. “What is happening?!” She clutched her inflated bosom, feeling her heart racing. “The nightmare is not over!” \n\n“Leave me be.” Amira stirred as Laviana panicked. “I require beauty sleep.”\n\n“Amira!” Laviana lunged for her shoulder and pulled Amira to her back, facing the barn ceiling. “Amira, tis I, Laviana.” The brown hair on the cow’s head was unmistakable. This was Amira. She had faced the same fate as herself and seemingly all these other cows. \n\n“Enough!” Amira rose sharply, swatting away Laviana’s hand. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Her angered expression rested on Laviana. Confusion replaced it. “Who are you?” A naked woman with cow fur, large breasts, and golden hair sat in front of her. “What are you?” Cautiously, Amira reached out to touch Laviana but froze when the hand that entered her vision didn’t look like hers. “No…” In spams, she felt her body, checking what all had changed. The fat covering her body jiggled and shook as she did so. “No, no, no, no!” \n\n“Amira,” Laviana said again, hoping to shake her out of this fit.\n\n“Away!” Amira shouted. She had another look at the creature before her. It clicked. “Laviana!” Her angry expression returned. “What have you done to me?”\n\n“I,” Laviana said, placing a hand on her chest, “have done nothing.” She was relieved that Amira recognized her at last, but the fact that she had accused her of causing this irked her. “You truly believe this is my doing?” She stood. “You believe that I used magic or conjured a spell to transform both you and me into cows, then again into obscene mixtures of both cow and human?” \n\n“Nay.” Amira stood as well, her udder sloshed around. “It was your suggestion to attend the festival. Tis your fault we met that old man.”\n\nLaviana was livid. “You,” she stomped her foot, “took the jewelry.”\n\n“Twas I to know they had enchantments?” Amira approached Laviana, the two now only inches from each other. “Perhaps you knew and plotted against me!” Laviana’s face was red. Anger boiling over. “Is this what you wanted?!” Amira reached out and snatched a clump of Laviana’s hair. Drawing her to the trough at the front of the stall, she shoved her face inches from the water’s surface. “Was it your plan for this to happen?” \n\nLaviana had a glimpse of her face in the water. Nearly like the cowgirl before, little horns poked through her long, blond hair. A stubby cow-like nose sat where her human nose once was, and a smaller ring pierced through her two nostrils. The floppy white ears on the side of her head sealed the deal for her. Reflections did not lie. “Have you glimpsed yourself?” She spun around, enduring the pain of Amira’s grip on her hair, wrapping her arms underneath Amira’s shoulders. Thrusting Amira close to the water trough, Amira glared into the water, not enjoying what she saw.\n\nThe other cowgirls had gathered around the stall, wondering why two of their sisters were fighting. None of them tried to stop them, nor did they cheer. They watched in horror. “You dare touch me?!” Amira raised her arms and slid out from Laviana’s clutches, and regained her footing. Laviana was dazed. Fighting between two princesses was not unheard of, but it varied in how physical it would get. Amira ran for Laviana, ramming her with her shoulder. Laviana was sent to the far side of the stall, slamming against the wood and falling to the ground. “Admit to your guilt.”\n\n“I have none.” Laviana groaned as she lay on the ground.\n\n“Ladies, please.” The crowd of cowgirls split, making way for two muscular, handsome bulls. “No need to fight over us.” Short brown fur covered their bodies, and thicker fur around their necks. Rippling muscles covered every inch of their bodies—arms, legs, torso, everywhere. Every muscle was nearly as large as one of the ladies’ udders. \n\n“Indeed, Barda.” The other bull retorted. “Face it, Aldus. The stunning, masculine bulls enter the barn, and all the heifers start going mad.”\n\n“Must be our musk.” The two bulls clasped their right hands together, like heroes from an action movie. Their muscles bulged as they relished in their arrogant narcissism. That wasn’t the only thing that bulged. Their throbbing dicks instantly shot up to full mast. Veins lined their shafts, the flared tips aching to enter someone’s pussy that night. The fur around their groins was already glistening with sweat. \n\nThe cowgirls around them had mixed reactions. Most of them swooned at the sight of them. A few ran up to them immediately and ran their hands along their muscles, feeling the bulging veins. One girl in particular dove in front of them and immediately began smelling Barda’s musky penis. Amira and Laviana, however, stopped fighting to stare at the bulls. \n\n“Are those the two bulls that were brought in earlier today?” Laviana asked, getting up.\n\n“Indeed.” Amira lowered her fist and turned to face them. “What is so special about them?” The two left the stall and joined the crowd.\n\nHowever, everyone paid the two no heed, focusing on the beefcakes in front of them. “My goodness, your body is so muscular.”\n\n“And your length is truly spectacular,” another said, placing her hands on Aldus’s dick. “You two have been blessed with such fertility.”\n\n“I would be honored to carry your calves.” One of the girls approached them, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, squirting milk from them. “Give me your seed.” She moaned lustily.\n\n“Patience, please, ladies,” Barda requested. We can’t breed with all of you at once.” He flexed his muscles, showing off his fitness. \n\n“We shall choose two of you this eve,” Aldus said. “However, we already have our eyes on our heifers for the night.” He turned to Barda, smirking. “Don’t we, Barda?”\n\n“Yes, we do.” The two stared at Amira and Laviana. “Those two there have beauty beyond compare.” Aldus approached Amira. “And I enjoy a woman with extra flesh.” He caressed her chin, his dark brown eyes locking with hers. “More to hold during heat.”\n\n“Don’t touch me.” Amira slapped Aldus’s hand away. “I am not interested in mating with thee.” The very thought of this muscular buffoon plundering her vagina brought such distaste to her mouth. \n\n“Come now, what was it, Amira?” Aldus pulled her closer, now looking directly into his smug face. “Do you not fancy an evening with me?”\n\nShe glimpsed at his penis. In her earlier years, she had visited farms and accidentally walked into a mating session. It was so embarrassing that she refused to leave her room for many moons. At that moment, something in her mind raced. The thick, salty smell of his member permeated her nostrils. Her mind slowly emptied of thoughts, eyes turning foggy. She took several deep whiffs of the odor emanating from Aldus’s rod. He smirked, knowing she was too far gone. \n\n“Amira?” Laviana placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you all right?”\n\n“I am well,” Amira said distractedly. “I have had a change of thought, Aldus.” She approached him, wrapping her arms around him. “Mayhaps I do want to lay with thee tonight.” Laviana was shocked—such a sudden turnaround. “Come, Aldus. Show me how you treat a lady.”\n\n“I knew you would come around.” He wrapped his arms around her supple waist, drawing her to his stall. The two exchanged idle chatter on the way. \n\n“You know, I am royalty,” Amira stated.\n\n“I’ve laid with royalty before. I wonder how you compare.” Aldus opened the gate to his stall and ushered Amira inside, followed by himself.\n\n“Where does he learn to do that?” A voice said next to Laviana. She turned to see Barda standing behind her. She screamed but quickly stifled it. “Aren’t we excited?”\n\nShe froze. Barda was utterly exposed. His throbbing member was on full display, standing upright and to the sky. His blue eyes looked into hers. Admittedly, she had always had a thing for men larger than her, but she was not able to choose her suitor. She would talk a big game about men not being worthy of her, but that was all a façade. Anyone who dared to treat her the way she wanted would have the key to not only her heart but her virginity as well. Barda was already ticking a few of those boxes. “Allow me to stop you,” she voiced hesitantly, “I am not interested.”\n\n“Pardon my boldness, but I dost not believe you.” Barda stepped forward and stood an inch away from her. Towering over her, he looked down into her eyes. “Tell me, in all honesty, thou are not interested in a night with me.” He smirked, knowing the real answer and that he had yet to meet a cow or heifer who could resist him. Placing a large, beefy hand on her shoulder, slowly bringing her face closer to his member. He was too powerful to resist. The closer Laviana’s face got to his member, the foggier her head became. The smell was too potent for her. Thoughts escaped her, her breathing intensified, and the urge to let Barda have his way with her only intensified every second. With his dick practically touching her face, she drooled, nymphomania taking hold of her. “Have you reconsidered?” Barda waited patiently.\n\n“Ravage me!” She leaped from his dick and looked him in the face. “Have your way with my body!” \n\n“Good answer.” Barda picked her up, her udder hanging between her legs. Choosing to mate in Laviana’s stall, her turned around and let himself in. The other girls, looking dejected, returned to their evening milking duties. \n\nBarda tossed her to the ground. Laviana landed with a thud, her plush asscheeks absorbing the blow. “Let us not waste time.” Barda fell to his knees, slamming his hands to the floor next to Laviana’s shoulders, trapping her.\n\nLaviana gazed into his lustful eyes. The smell of him was intoxicating. Her pupils dilated more, and she inhaled more of his musk. Raising her legs and spreading them wide, she begged for him. “Take me, Barda. Breed this virgin honey pot. Give me your calves.” She was panting, begging for every moment she could have with him.\n\n“Such a lustful heifer.” Barda leaned in and licked her neck. “Good girl.” Reaching for his dick, he clutched it and blindly aimed for her pussy, while he licked her neck. The taste of her sweat was delicious to him. Proof that she was his. Laviana moaned loudly, having never felt this pleasure as a princess. “Moan more for me,” he whispered into her ear. “Show everyone how lustful you are for my length.” Obeying him without question, she moaned louder, her voice bouncing off the walls.\n\nAmira and Aldus were taking their time. Aldus lay on his back while Amira used him like a pillow. Their lips locked, tongues intertwined, their saliva pouring down Aldus’s face. His dick was pressed between them, throbbing and aching. Milk was spilling from Amira’s udder, making it wet and slippery. If he wasn’t careful, he may shoot his seed before he had the chance to penetrate Amira. The two broke their lock. “Amira,” Aldus said in his deep voice. “Are you ready to receive me?”\n\nAmira sat up, milk staining her lower body. She fingered her pussy, the squelching noises only made Aldus harder. “Take me, big boy.” She rotated, falling to her hands and knees. Wiggling her ass, she drew Aldus in. “Prove you are worth of royalty.” \n\n“Very well.” Aldus rose to his knees and approached, his dick hard as a rock. He pressed it against her wet, dripping pussy. It begged for his attention. Aldus rubbed his flared tip against her lips, teasing her. This didn’t last long, as he caved in. He shoved his length into her pussy. His head entered, stretching her lips wider than they ever had been, then his medial ring. Once he reached the base, he lingered there, savoring the heat from a supposed royal heifer. His balls twitched, begging for release. [i]Nay, not yet! [/i]\n\n“AAAAAAH!” Amira cried. Her first time in bed, and it was in a manure-smelling stall, with an enormous anthro cock, and as a cow. It wasn’t what she expected, but she didn’t care. The heat emanating from Aldus’s dick was permeating her pussy and filling her body. It reached her deepest regions. The pulsing of his dick only added to the experience. “Blast. You are simply too much.”\n\n“Shall I stop,” he paused to add snark, “Your Highness?”\n\n“Nay,” Amira turned to face him as best she could. “Breed me.”\n\nAfter several blind thrusts and tasting nearly all of Laviana’s neck, he had found her pussy. In one blind thrust, he entered her body in a split second. Laviana’s scream rang in his ears. The other girls froze, their gaze shooting over to Laviana’s stall. “BARDA!” She panted heavily as he continued to jackhammer her pussy. “GODS! MORE!” The wet slapping filled the room; some cowgirls even came over to watch. Relentlessly, Barda continued his assault on her nethers. With each damp slap, Laviana screamed for more. Her breasts leaked milk, coating her fur with the nectar. Her udder was currently pressed against Barda’s body, but it, too, even after being milked earlier, was leaking the slightest bit.\n\nAmira began moving her hips with Aldus. The two moved in unison, his dick delivering more precise blows as she slammed her meaty ass against his pelvis. His balls frequently slapped her udder as they shared the moment. “Heavens! Aldus! Do not stop!”\n\n“I may have to!” Aldus felt it in his testicles. They were writhing, eager to ride up and eject their load into the willing participant. His dick twitched and pulsated. “Receive my seed!” Grabbing her by the hips, Aldus pulled her into him, keeping his dick fully inserted in her body. His dick twitched one more time before it ejected his seed. Pulse after pulse, hot sticky cum was shot into her body. He kept her there so none would escape. If he had his chance with royalty, he wanted it to be worth his while. \n\n“OOOOoooOOOOOOH!” Amira screamed as she felt the heat gushing into her, filling her. Her breasts felt heavy. Her udder pulsed. Milk shot from them like a rocket, the ground growing more and more sodden beneath them.\n\nBarda, feeling in charge, wrapped his arms around Laviana. She did not stop panting. Falling backward, he seamlessly changed position, Laviana now on top. She belted out a louder, hornier scream. Barda’s dick went ever deeper now. \n\nWanting to keep this sensation, she mounted her knees to the ground and began bouncing on Barda’s dick. Heat flowed through her. Her breasts bounced, milk spewing this way and that, and udder continuing to leak. “Hell. I am about to explode!” She slammed onto Barda’s dick, savoring the length of it.\n\n“Good, for I am about to shoot my seed.” Barda snickered between moans of his own. “Take it.” He reached for her hips, getting ready for the moment. \n\nLaviana reached for her breasts. Grasping them, she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipples. It felt so much more powerful than when she would pleasure herself at night in her bedroom. Whenever she pinched her nipples, milk would shoot from them and spill onto Barda. Barda, though, didn’t care. He was too busy preparing for the climax. “Barda! Please!” She shouted as she slammed into his dick once more. “Fill me with your seed! I want your calves!”\n\nWithout words, Barda squeezed her hips, slamming her onto his pelvis. His dick shot load after load inside of her. It filled her body with warmth—milk shot from her udder, spewing over his face and coating it. The collective moans of two transformed princesses and two anthro bulls filled the barn. \n\nAll of the cowgirls had chosen a stall to view at this point. Milking could wait.\n\nLaviana nearly fell over once Barda was finished with her. Her legs were weak, mind foggy, and most importantly, belly full of steaming bull seed. Lifting Laviana from his dick, Barda rose from the straw and left. “See you later.”\n\n“Wait!” Laviana tried to rise and chase after him, but her legs wouldn’t allow it. The other cowgirls followed him, the musk calling them. She lay there in the wet straw, wondering if this was a normal thing. Further down the barn she could hear Amira calling to Aldus in a similar fashion. \n\n“Aldus.” Barda gave him a manly handshake. “How was she?”\n\n“Think I have a thing for royals now.” \n\nAmira slowly walked to her stall. A stary cowgirl opened the gate for her. She collapsed into the straw, breathing like she had run a mile, post-sex clarity settling in. “Laviana?”\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“There must be a way to escape.” All admiration and lust for Aldus was gone. The musk had done its job, run its course.\n\n“We shall have to keep trying.” Laviana lay on her side, taking in what had happened, the clarity settling in for her. \n\n\n[b]To be Continued in part 2[/b]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Oh No! The Princesses Were Transformed into Cows and Have to Live Life on a Dairy Farm Owned by an Evil Sorceress!
Part 1


Dew coated the grass that morning. The bright green blades covered the pasture. A gentle breeze wafted a fresh morning smell over the land. Over the pasture, through the neighboring woodlands, and into the nearby farmland. A buff rooster emerged from a henhouse. It clucked and chirped as it made its way to its morning station. The most important job on the farm, and it knew that he couldn’t slack off. Leaping to its favorite fence post, he firmly planted his clawed feet into the rough, weathered wood. He waited. His time would come. A faint light peaked on the horizon, casting its warm glow over the land.

*COCK A DOODLE DOO!*


The rooster had fulfilled its most important job on the farm. Without him, there would be no sunlight. What work would get done without the light? Satisfied with his job, he hopped down from the fence post and steadily returned to the hen house. His other job was just as important, but not for the public eye.

Like clockwork, the farmhouse’s doors burst open. The same three farm hands emerged, dressed in ragged breeches and tunics. Their bodies were made of stone, as were their limbs. Several smaller stones held together by an ancient magic. Three morning duties were the same daily: Feeding the chickens and cows. Open the gates so the grazing animals could do so. Collect the eggs from the house while they are feeding.

These three farmhands specialized in these tasks and were always set to perform them. It was a simple task, but the duties in the morning had to be performed quickly. Any eggs collected would become part of the master’s breakfast that day. It was also their role to count the animals in case predators or thieves took any of them in the night. These three were also educated in simple arithmetic, another reason they were in charge of these duties. All other farmhands were not and were simply laborers, built with tougher materials for heavy lifting.

A opened the door to the barn. The smell of hay escaped through the opened door and filled the air. Stall after stall of cows greeted the golem as it entered. As it opened the gates, allowing them to wander to the pasture, two cows in particular caught its attention. Their udders were swollen to a massive size. They would be milked first. On top of that, these two had hair on their heads and necks resembling a person's. One had flowing blond hair, while the other had shorter, curled brown hair. These two cows were to receive special attention and care.

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The Kingdom of Luca had endured much in the last fifty years. A powerful flood from the neighboring river had destroyed half of the village within the last year, a monstrous pack of wolves had taken residence in the forest nearby. They were picking off their animals one by one, proving to be too powerful even for their hunters and yeoman. But more importantly, they had been conquered by three separate rulers, each proving to be more unworthy than the last. However, the most recent house to enter and rid them of their plight was House Radulf. The villages and townsfolk were overjoyed to have a nobleman on the throne rather than a rogue with a taste for power.

However, there was much to be done. Even though the newly anointed King Radulf had sat on the throne for a year, the damage caused by the previous rulers was great. He had brought in his bravest and strongest men to eliminate the pack of wolves that plagued the neighboring village of Gyffard, but some problems demanded immediate attention.

To remedy this, King Radulf bit his tongue, swallowed his pride, and consulted King Gilliame of the Bolyra Empire. The two had been at war for years. It may have been a petty squabble, but a war was a war in these times. “In the name of peace and prosperity,” he had said to King Gilliame, “I wish to unite our kingdoms. I offer my daughter, Princess Laviana’s hand, in marriage.” Now, King Gilliame had been jealous of Princess Laviana’s beauty for nearly a decade. His daughter, Princess Amira, was not as beautiful as Laviana.

Princess Laviana was the ideal of a princess. Flowing golden locks, a healthy figure, kind smile, ample bosom, and eyes that told anyone who looked into them that she was the love of their life. She had organized several events to help the villages under her father’s rule, would willingly offer herself as a prize to the knights in jousts, and often gave hand-sewn blankets to children in need. Princess Amira, on the other hand, was the opposite. Brown hair tied into buns, heavy set, and a short temper. She did not care what her kingdom required of her. Often, she couldn’t be found when she was needed. Many times, the royal pantry was raided in the middle of the night, only to discover that it was her.

After weeks of negotiating, The Two kingdoms were united. This allowed King Radulf to quest other villages to see for himself what was needed and what was not. While he was gone, he left the princess in charge, thinking she would be a worthy placeholder in his absence. His followers agreed and worshipped King Radulf for his fair judgment skills and kind treatment of his people.

The village of Gyffard was in full swing. Hordes of civilians trudged the streets with their kin, and the dry, dirt streets were littered with salesmen peddling their goods. The Red Boar Inn sent savory smells through the air. Heavy, meaty aromas of pasties slathered with thick gravy. Barrel after barrel of strong ale was being rolled into the back door from the resident brewer.

“Bread. Freshly baked on the dawn!” “Fruit! Vegetable! Cheapest prices in the town!” Several meat peddlers were lined along the edge of town, selling their freshly butchered animals, claiming to have the juiciest and healthiest cuts of lamb, pork, and beef in all the lands.

A cloud of dust made its way up the road. The villagers stopped and turned. The *clip-clop* of hooves could be heard over the rolling and rattling of wooden wheels on gravel. They all knew who was coming. They also knew their day was about to be ruined. The lavish wooded cart that sped into the center of the village belonged to no other than Cedric, the royal tax collector. He emerged from his lavishly decorated cart, adorned with gold studs along the trim, curtains blocking the windows, and a brutish-looking man up front with the driver.

Cedric was not a polite man, hence his selection for this position. After all, one can’t be too kind when collecting taxes. He proudly walked to each stand and demanded the tithes forced upon them. Reluctantly, each individual he approached fished into his purse and pulled their tithes for Cedric, but not without foul gazes cast upon him. Many have tried to cut their weekly tithes short. “How would Cedric know the amount that lingers within our purses,” they’d ask. However, Cedric was quite talented in assessing the contents of one’s purse by the jingle of coins. From individuals, he would take mere pence. He would take shillings from stands with goods, sometimes maybe oras at a time. However, he knew he could collect when he would enter those with established brick-and-mortar stores, such as the Red Boar Inn. The innkeeper once tried to bar Cedric from his establishment, as he once took four-score angels from him in taxes. However, this did not end well, and Cedric had raised the rate. So the innkeeper reluctantly paid his reckoning and turned away with his tail between his legs, like a shamed dog.

The villagers would ask, “Why hast King Radulf raised the taxes so much? Unlike those before him, we thought he was a good and fair king.”

In truth, he is a good and kind king. However, he was also easily fooled. As it is true, Princess Amira had been a poor influence on Princess Laviana. Her once kind, cheerful, and giving nature had been twisted by her. The two often shared company when King Radulf was on his personal crusades, and in his absence, Princess Laviana had reign over the Kingdom. With Princess Amira’s influence, the once fair and just laws set by the King had been changed and altered, unbeknownst to him. Cedric had replaced the previous tax collector for his tenacity and innate abilities.

The princesses relished the treasury slowly being filled weekly, but that didn’t seem enough for the two. Amira’s idea was to venture into the village and take more from their subjects as an additional tithe. “They would have no choice. We are royalty, dear sister.” Of course, Laviana thought it was a lovely idea, not knowing at all what their actions would bring them. They summoned an escort of guards, and in the royal chariot, they rode to the center of town.

That crisp autumn week, it was the harvest festival. All of September, the farmers slaved away in the fields. Even the women and children were outside with the men, assuring the wheat was reaped in time. The apples had long since been picked and processed by hand by this time, however. Milling would begin shortly after all this, although some milling would be done in advance. The animals that were lined for slaughter would be taken care of; the plumpest and richest ones butchered immediately for the festival.  Gathering together, they celebrated their hard work with the best of the best. To test the new batch of flour, the bakers would craft the finest pastries with the new flour crop. It was the tradition in their country to have the royalty visit during the festival, as everyone was treated as equal during that time. To everyone's sorrow, the King was on a crusade, but the tradition was not questioned.

The festival was underway, and the townsfolk celebrated as one jolly family in the street. Bright orange sunlight filled the street as the sun was setting in the sky. Torches were slowly being lit, illuminating the streets. Children, given a small allowance, ran from stall to stall, seeing if they should open their money on a leather ball, sweet pastries from the baker, or wooden sword from the lumberjack. Adults carried metal flagons of mead and cider as they wandered the streets with comrades, retelling stories from the busy month they had just had. Those who had to work knew that they were missing out on festivities but knew they would be making a small fortune from those in the village and the travelers, so they endured.

From the north, the golden carriage carrying the princesses slowly entered the village. Everyone cleared a path, knowing the carriage’s passengers. The guards on their horses rode to the sides, creating a barricade between the villagers and the nobleborn. The herald held his horn on high and blasted his notes through the land. “Presenting, the Princess Laviana and the Princess Amira!” The villagers bowed obediently as the door was opened.

Laviana emerged from the carriage first. The skirting on her luxurious blue dress draped behind her. Her flared cuffs, intentionally longer than they should have been, dangled from her wrists. Braided blond hair sat in a bun on her head rather than her usual free-flowing style. She bowed in return to the villagers in respect; she hadn’t lost all of her old habits quite yet. Amira, however, barged from the carriage, eager to be free from the stuffy cage of a transport. The yellow dress was tight against her body, her upper body tightly squeezed inside like a sausage from the butcher. Her hair was frazzled from the heat, as it tended to when exposed to humic climates, such as a stuffy carriage interior. She paid no heed to the villagers gazing at her, not in awe and respect but bafflement.

“I detest how filthy this village is,” Amira said, disgusted.

“They canst afford such luxuries, Amira.” Laviana haughtily jeered, “Truly thou must understand.” Amira groaned as her dress grew dirtier with each step along the main road. The two freely wandered the street; guards posted every few feet to maintain security. The feel of Festival returned, but an aura of caution flowed with it. They visited each stand: Laviana praised the work and craftsmanship found at each, and Amira would follow up with a finely crafted insult. Amira would snatch a small sample of goods as she turned, claiming it was “an additional tithe!” The upbeat, friendly atmosphere was slowly clouded and became one of disdain. Where the princesses went, frowns followed. Their behavior was enough to dampen the mood. Of course, this was the plan. Amira was more than accustomed to playing the tyrant in Bolyra. They would relish in the spoils after their visit in the privacy of her chambers.

Finally, after the two had upset nearly the entire village, they came to the final vendor. A dark purple cloth spread upon the ground with glittering and sparkling jewelry atop it. The vendor was a cloaked figure that the villagers didn’t recognize, so they relegated her to the space at the end of the street. Their face was shrouded in darkness from their cloak. The only thing visible were their hands, and they spoke volumes. The bony, wrinkled hands looked more like disfigured, thin roots than ligaments. With long, dirty nails, anyone could guess that this person could have been an old man.

The princesses paused to assess the goods. The glittering gems set into broaches, the intricate metalwork of the bracelets, and the sheer amount of gems that decorated the rings gave Amira suspicion. “You. Old man.”  She pointed an accusatory, well-manicured finger. “Where didst thou steal this jewelry?”

“Lady Amira, please.” Laviana clasped her hands. “I dost not think he has stolen them.”

“Prithee.” The figure spoke, raising his index finger. His speech was slow and ragged. “The Royalty is incorrect in their accusation.”


“Dost though accuse me of falsehood?” Amira demanded, stepping forward. “Thou art brave with thine speech.”

“Nay, Lady Amira.” Laviana placed a hand, stilling Amira’s rage for a mere second. “I dost not believe he has stolen them,” she repeated. “However, I do believe that he has slain other nobles to gain them illicitly.”

“I am brave because I am correct.” The man lowered his finger. “However, if thou truly believe that I am a thief or murderer, you may have my wares. Please, consider them recompense for my sins.” He gestured to the cloth with his hand, slowly and painfully; the bones in his body creaked as they did so. “But be warned. There have been tales of curses fixed to my wares.”

“Thou dost tell lies.” Amira motioned for a guard to seize the jewelry. He grabbed the corners of the cloth and gathered them all at once. “Let this be a lesson to thee.” Amira glared at the man with her beady eyes. “Count thy blessings that I shall not sentence thee to the dungeon.”

With an evil smirk on her face, Laviana faced the old man. “Perhaps we ought to send this man to the dungeons, Lady Amira. Best to air on the side of caution.” Without command, the guards swooped in and seized the elderly man by his elbows. A crowd gathered around them, the villagers voicing their distaste for their judgment.

“Very well.” The man said as the guards hoisted him to his full length. “Thou hast made your choice.” He was quickly hauled away, his feet dragging behind him. The Princesses belted an arrogant laugh, feeling they had bested the villager.

“Oh, I do enjoy displaying my powers,” Amira sighed heavily. “Come, Lady Laviana, I believe we have exhausted the entertainment value of this festival.

“Indeed, Lady Amira. We shall retire.” The two began striding to their carriage, the angry stares of the village not disrupting their joy in the slightest.

“Lady Amira! Lady Laviana!” The Guard captain approached them, panting as he supported himself with his thick quarterstaff. “The old man escaped!”

“Excuse me?” Amira froze, her beady eyes focusing on the captain.

“Forgive me, Lady Amira. We had him within our grasp. However, smoke appeared from thin air, and he vanished!”

“Captain.” Laviana said sternly, “You speak as if that old fool was a magician or court jester with parlor tricks.”

“I am responsible for this failure, my lady.” He fell to his knees. “I shall accept any punishment you shall give.” If it weren’t for his armor, the princesses would have seen the fear in the captain’s eyes. There was no punishment more fierce than Lady Laviana’s as of late.

“We shall discuss this later.” Laviana said. The two strode past the captain, leaving him to wallow in fear. What no one had seen, even the villagers, was the pair of beady yellow eyes, watching the scene play out from within the shrubbery nearby.




The guards carried their spoils to Laviana’s chambers and left promptly. Amira sat on Laviana’s bed and immediately shoved a pastry into her mouth. Speaking with her mouth full, she vented about their trip. “I simply cannot believe that peasant.” Swallowing loudly, she reached for another pastry; this one had a tart apple filling, which she spilled on herself. “I know he stole these!” She kicked the tied-up purple sheet that lay beside the bed. “It dost not matter now. They belong to us. Hahahaha!”

Laviana sat in her chair in front of her make-up vanity. She began removing her many layers of makeup. As vein as she was, and enjoyed being the most beautiful woman in the room, it was exhausting wearing so much make-up. However, with the increased taxes, the two had been able to afford more make-up, even the higher quality types. “Indeed,” Lady Laviana said as she began wiping her face with water from a wash basin, “They cannot deny our rites as royalty.”

“Who dost you think will keep those dirty peasants in line, anyway? People like your father are soft. Weak. Foolish.” Laviana froze, not enjoying this conversation in its entirety. “His people will soon rise against him. They will find that he is incapable of ruling with an iron fist. Rebellion, Laviana! Rebellion!” Amira shook her fist in Laviana’s face at this. “You need to set an example. You are not their servant; they are yours.”

Amira had said this before, but Lavina had never quite grasped it before. If an old man could escape his guards, who’s to say a peasant couldn’t? Or a rebel? Invaders from another land. Perhaps it was time for a change? “Mayhaps.”

“Come, Laviana.” Amira dug into the tied sheet that held the jewelry. “Share in the spoils.” She dug a pudgy hand into the makeshift bag as Laviana rose. “I do wonder where he acquired these.” The rattling of metal on metal filled the room as she shuffled her hand around the bag. “I believe,” Amira pulled a necklace out, “this one shall be mine.” A silver necklace, with a small emerald on each link, was draped in her hand. A larger emerald, embossed in silver, sat in the middle of it, sparkling in the faint candlelight.

“Very well, then.” Laviana dove into the bag and pulled out a ring. The enormous ruby radiated royalty. Anyone who wore this ring would be taken for a nobleborn, at least. “I do fancy this ring.”

“Oh my.” Amira froze, ogling the ring that Laviana was slipping on her finger. “Be careful with that. One may think a prince has claimed thee.”

“Bah.” Laviana removed the ring and tossed it to the bed. “One may only hope to have my hand with a ring such as this.” She reached for a necklace, purposely searching for one she desired. She emerged from the bag with a thin golden necklace, no thinner than twine. A small sapphire was wrapped in thin, golden wires dangling from the necklace. “This is more fitting for me.” Fiddling with the latch, she pulled the necklace to her neck. “Oh, this is lovely.”

Amira had struggled with hers all the while, only now succeeding in latching it around her fat neck. It was too small, squeezing her neck slightly. “Our fathers shall wonder where we acquired these.”

“We shall say it was a gift from the village during the festival.” Laviana laughed. Amira followed suit.

“Hahahahaha. HAHAHAHA MOO!” Amira covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide with shock.

“Lady Amira. That is not ladylike at all. Leave the animal impressions for the peasants.” Laviana turned to her mirror, walking away to have a look at the beauty of her new necklace.

“I, I dost not know that came over me.” She placed a hand over her throat. “It was as it I MOO!” She covered her mouth again.

“Please, the jest has died.” Laviana sat and looked at herself. The necklace was truly beautiful. The sapphire sparkled and seemed to illuminate where she stepped. “I believe we shall sort the rest to our MOOOOO!” Laviana covered her mouth as well. Her eyes were wide. The necklace suddenly grew tight around her neck, shrinking as if it had a mind of its own. Amira was gagging as hers followed suit.

Laviana’s room quickly became hazy around them, as if it were a painting, and the artist was smearing the wet paint. The white wooden walls, colorful and plush rugs, paintings on the walls—everything became a blur. However, the princesses had more concerning matters. The necklaces, already tight around their necks, stretched wider. The cool metal surface became warm and rough. “AMIR-OOOO!” Laviana fell to her knees, balance failing her.

Amira was already on her hands and knees, breathing heavily as if she had run a great distance. Her hands were balled into fists, enduring the sudden stress. The sound of ripping echoed in the air as Amira’s gown began to shred along her body. Short white fur leaked from the ever-growing rips under the yellow silken gown. “MOOOOO!” Another animal sound blurted from Amira’s mouth when she attempted to speak. Sweat flowed like a fountain from her forehead. Her supple breasts erupted from the gown, revealing the royal bust. These two were covered in thin white fur. However, they were slowly shrinking into her body by the second.

Laviana gazed in horror at the fate of her friend and fellow royal. She dared not open her mouth lest she emit another ‘Moo.’ Her hands and feet felt a chill. She jerked to check what was happening and wanted to shout for a guard. “MOOOOO! MOOOOOOO!” Her hands were dark black and smoothed into hooves, and her feet were no different. All her toes were missing, and the rest of her foot was fusing into a rounder hoof. Laviana tried to stand but quickly fell again. Her limbs were stretching and bending in different places. New bones were forming, current ones fusing and splitting, and all sensations numb to her.

White fur began to sprout on her body, starting at her hooves and up her legs. “MOO! MOOOOO!” Laviana could not move her legs, her body denying her brain the instinct to shake off the fur, thinking it was only cosmetic. Her vision was obstructed as she watched the fur take over her body. A tight, stretching sensation covered her head as she watched her nose and mouth extend from her face. Thanks to this new snout, she couldn’t see half of everything in her vision.  

Hoping for a distraction, Laviana looked around the blurry room. A glimpse at Amira left her speechless. Shreds of yellow gown were on the floor. In the middle of it all, a monstrous, large cow. Something about this cow was off, though. Its stomach was an enormous, unhealthy size. An unkempt mop of brown hair sat on its head, covering its eyes. Amira was growing her new snout, and from Laviana’s perspective, it looked horrific, seeing the skin stretch and expand like clay.

Laviana’s body stretched and expanded, her dress ripping as well. Her once thin body was now large, wide, and barrel-shaped. The fur swept over her body in a wave, black splotches forming randomly. The only thing that remained of her human body was the long, blond hair draped over her head and neck, now frazzled and bunched in knots. “Mooooo….” Laviana lay on the floor, resigned to her new life. But whatever magic had done this to her and Amira, it wasn’t done yet. Bursting from her lower half, a bulbous sack of flesh began to inflate between her hind legs. Bright pink and somewhat veiny, it grew larger and larger. Amira had the same thing growing from her, who had also flopped to her side. Laviana recognized this. The only thing missing from the two of them was an udder. At least they remained female. The glimmering gems that hung from their former necklaces stretched into a cowbell, now dangling from a hook on their leather collars.

The blurred room wavered and began to clear, the white walls turning a distinct light grey. Worn wood surrounded them, and straw flooded the floor—mountains of it were piled in the corners. The fireplace faded away, replaced with a wood-burning stove. Other cows sat in stalls along the wall while the two princesses, now cows, lay on the straw floor, exhausted from their ordeal. The high ceiling housed bird's nests, the birds resting on the beams above them. A small window was open up above, letting in sunlight.

The wide barn doors opened, and sunlight poured in. A short, cloaked figure stood in the door, the light casting his body in shadow. “Well, well. It seems that the princesses have fallen from grace.” He casually strode forward, his cloak dragging behind him. “I did caution thee.” He stood above them now, glowering. “However, you did not take heed.” His hands grasped the edges of his hood and slowly pulled it back, revealing his face. It was not an elderly man’s face. It was one of a beautiful woman. Her billowing brown hair, sparkling green eyes, and ruby-red lips contradicted her appearance below the shoulders. “Now, thee shall pay the price.”

Her body was revealed to the world by casting her shoddy black cloak aside. Smoke poured from underneath, blocking her body from view. Amira and Laviana were too unaware to witness their captor’s monologue. Their brains were fried. The smoke dispersed, and the woman stood before them. A new brown cape sat on her shoulders—a tight red tunic wrapped around her body, tailored to expose her ample bust and cleavage. Brown wrappings around her ankles led to her sandals. A tall, oaken staff, knobby and worn from years of use, sat in her hands, a purple crystal adorning the top. “Worry not, Princesses. You shall be in my care. Perhaps thou shalt do some good from now on.”

The Sorceress snapped her fingers, and four stone golems appeared in a puff of smoke. “Take our new bovine friends to their stalls. They had a big day and require rest.” She turned and let her minions do her dirty work. Laviana and Amira were carefully lifted from the floor by two golems each. Carefully carrying them to an empty stall along the wall, they placed them inside and locked the gate.

Amira opened her eyes slightly. Everything was blurry as she saw towering, grey figures walking away. The lack of energy hit her, and she fell asleep again.

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The glowing red sun spilled over the rolling hills, flooding the farmland with its warmth. The rooster once more emerged from its house and leaped upon the fence post, crowing to the sky. Three golems evacuated the farmhouse nearby and trudged their way down the dirt path to the barn. One turned to the henhouse while the other two continued to the barn. The long, wooden building stood out in the middle of the vast farmland. It took two of them to open the heavy wooden doors along the middle of the wall. Grasping the handles on the sides of the heavy, wooden panels, they pulled with all of their might, making grunting sounds as they did so.

Sunlight poured into the barn, and the smell of straw and manure spilled into the open air. The two golems lumbered into the barn. Some of the cows were already awake, the bells on their collars dinging and donging with their morning stretching. One golem began counting the cows, pointing at each of them and mumbling as the other made its way to the far end, where the new cows were still on their sides. It waved to its companion, calling it over.

Laviana stirred. She never was an early riser. The straw, warm and coarse against her flank, scratched her flank, disturbing her slumber further. “Rrrrrrr…” She slowly opened her eyes; everything was blurry. What a bad dream. The golems were staring at her. Their heads had no faces, but one could tell they were staring at her. Am I still dreaming? Laviana sluggishly and awkwardly rose to her hooves, stabilizing her back legs, then pushing her heavy body with her front legs.

“ᚴᚬᚬᛏ ᛁᛏ ᛁᛋ ᛅᛚᚱᛁᚴᚼᛏ.” The two golems appeared to be speaking to each other. They mumbled in a low tone, not a word or fragment discernable as the king’s English.

“ᚢᚼᛅᛏ ᚬᚠ ᚦᛁ ᚬᚦᛁᚱ ᚬᚾᛁ.” They turned to the stall next door, where a cow lay on its side.

Laviana recognized a key feature of the cow: its brown hair. Her dark eyes stared at the other cow. Nay. It cannot be. She turned around and around, hoping for a mirror. The more she looked, the more horrified she became. Her luxurious, comfortable room in the castle’s tower was gone. The canopy bed with plush mattress and silken sheets? Vanished. Not a single piece of furniture to be found. Instead, there was old wood, piles of straw, and the distinct smell of manure, like in the village. She found a small trough with water in the corner of her fenced-in stall. She began walking over to it, but fell on her face, not yet accustomed to four feet and hooves.

“ᛏᚼᛅᛏ ᚬᚾᛁ ᛁᛋ ᚴᛚᚢᛘᛋᛁ,” the golems mumbled.

“ᛒᛁᛋᛏ ᛏᚬ ᚢᛅᛏᚴᚼ ᛁᛏ.”

Regaining her balance, Laviana cautiously wobbled to the trough. What has happened to my legs? I am walking like a toddler! The face that greeted her did not meet her expectations. Oh, gods above. Twas not a dream. A cow stared back at her. A cow with flowing blond hair, blue eyes, and horizontal pupils. No! NO! She looked at the rest of her body. Hooved feet stood where her human legs should have been, not to mention her missing beautiful dress. She glanced behind her, more of those hooved legs and a long, black-and-white body. The short-furred flank in her vision was stained with droppings from the straw beneath her. What was the worst to her was the large, bulging, veiny udder dangling between her back legs. Short fur grew on the sack of skin, but not enough to cover up the pink color. Four teats dangled from it, as if begging to be touched.

NOOOO! “MOOOOO! MOOOOOOOO!” Laviana began jumping on her back legs, crying for help, someone, anyone at all. Her cowbell attached to the leather collar around her neck rang constantly. All that came out of her mouth was ‘Moo!” The two golems turned to her and mumbled something. Laviana didn’t hear them. She was too concerned with her current situation. I’m a cow! A filthy cow! “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Every cow in the barn lazily looked in her direction, wondering why the new girl had a panic attack. A few lazy moos came from them, wanting to be released for the day. One of the golems did just that. The other maintained their position by Laviana and Amira, who were waking up now due to all the noise.

“Moooo…” Amira rose to her feet. Her green eyes were half open, now matched with horizontal bovine pupils. “Moooo-“ Her eyes immediately shot open. “Mooo! Mooooo!” Amira’s head darted left and right, checking her surroundings. She had come to the same conclusion that Laviana had in way less time. Amira started panicking and running around her stall. The massive udder in between her hind legs flopped and bounced with each jolt.

“ᚠᚱᛁᛁᚾᛏ! ᛅᛋᛋᛁᛋᛏᛅᚾᚴᛁ!” The golem ran over to his partner, having already set half the cows free for the day. The two held their arms out toward Amira and Laviana and began chanting in unison.

ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ
ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ
ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ
ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛅᛚᛘ ᛒᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ


A wave of calm rushed over their bodies like water. Their eyes grew blank and dull. Laviana ceased her jumping and kicking. Amira stood still. “Moo.” The golems nodded and opened their gates. Obediently, as if they had always lived as cows, they walked out of their stalls, out the big door, and into the pasture with the other cows. The golems split up again, one to release the others while the other followed the princesses outside.

The sun beamed down on the pasture as the other cows barrelled out of the barn, eager for their time outside. The pasture was open, the green grass wet from dew, with a rickety fence keeping the cows contained. The forests along the northern end of the pasture were also damp, the needles of the pine trees sparkling in the sunlight. Small rodentia happily ran inside and out of the forest, pausing to watch the cows wander into the pasture. It was that time of day once more. They knew well enough that the cows wouldn’t cause any trouble, so they went on about their day, gathering nuts for the coming winter.

As the cows made way to their favorite spots, Laviana and Amira stood still in the middle of the pasture, still in their daze. The bright light on their fur was a welcome change from the dry air in the barn. There were patches of grass that were shorter than the rest of the pasture. They'd search for more as the cows ate the grass and other treats that grew in the pasture. There was no need to cut the grass with magic or a scythe.

Seeing that the wild cows had been tamed, the two golems returned to the barn.

It felt like hours to Laviana and Amira. Standing in the pasture, their brains gripped by ancient magic. The other cows grazed and minded their business, living on as a cow usually would. Once in a while, one of the other cows would express concern. “Mroooo” they would say as they walked up to them. Getting no response, they would then sniff all over their bodies, checking for anything unusual. However, that would yield no obscurities either. So, they would walk away and search for some clover.

Around noon, the two started to gain awareness once more. Amira Moo’d lazily, slowly waking from the spell that lured them outside. Her lazy eyes opened, her pupils wide. She jumped in shock. “MOO!” Her legs spread wide, her head frantically darted side to side, taking in her new surroundings. Where am I now?! Amira ran clumsily forward, not caring who was watching or what was around her. However, she fell to her side with a heavy thud. As coordinated as she was walking on two legs, four legs proved challenging.

Laviana came to as well, blinking frantically. The sun nearly blinded her. “Mooo…” She stood, not knowing where she now was. The pasture was foreign to her; a far cry from the plush, decorated castle. “Moo…” Her eyes narrowed. “Moooooo.” She leaned forward. “MOOOOOO!” Hooves stomped on the ground. BLAST IT! WHY CAN’T I SPEAK!? Laviana continued her fit, having more room to thrash and stomp around now that she was outside. One might have confused her for a rampaging bull if it weren’t for the udder hanging from her body.

Amira was slowly getting to her hooves. Regaining her balance, laying upright, she pushed her back legs up, then her front legs. She let an aggressive moo slip from her mouth. She wasn’t one to fail. Princess Amira always got what she wanted and there was hell to pay when she didn’t. Slowly turning around, she spotted another cow having some kind of fit. “Mroo?” Long golden locks flew this way and that as the cow flung its head around. There’s only one person that has hair like that. “MROOO!” Daring to walk normally, Amira approached Laviana. She stamped her hoof on the ground. You have some nerve showing your face after what you have done to me.

Of course, all that Laviana heard was a casual Moo. Laviana fell to her side, knocking the wind out of her. A cow was staring at her. I can’t understand you, she tried to say. But of course, all that came from her mouth was a disgruntled “Moo.” Amira would not back down, finding that it was useless to further sling insults and accusations at her. She could not speak, and this cow that looked like Laviana couldn’t understand her. Great. There must be something to do in this pasture. Unsteadily walking away, she chose a direction and stuck to it. Laviana slowly rose and followed. Eventually, the two reached the forest and, therefore, the fence. A regular dark wood fence kept together with nails and hope.

Amira stopped.

Laviana caught up, and she, too, stopped.  

In front of them was a broken section of the fence. Not weathered away, but seemingly deliberate damage, one segment of fence smashed, leaning on the ground, and kept there. There was enough room for, say, a cow to get through. The two looked at each other. No words were needed; they knew what they had to do, even if it was a risk or a trap. What did they have to lose? They had been transformed into cows! What could be worse? Ramming her head into the broken board, it fell to the ground. Now easier to step over the fence, Amira did so.

Suddenly, Amira fell to her knees. A jolt of electricity shot through her body. “MROOOOO!” She panted, recovering from the sudden attack. What was that? Her backside slowly felt heavier by the second. Her udder was growing and growing, filling with milk as if it were being filled by a bucket. You must be jesting!

“MROO!” Laviana called as Amira panicked. She ran and tried to jump over the fence. Being much too heavy to jump, she stumbled, and her back legs hit the fence, landing on the other side of it. The same jolt of electricity coursed through her, filling her udder. DRAT! Laviana panted as she struggled to get up, her udder growing heavier and heavier.  How was she going to fix this?

The two regained themselves for a moment, feeling their udders growing and growing. Once rested, Amira turned and motioned for Laviana to follow. Turning to glance at the rest of the herd, who didn’t even seem to care that they were leaving the pasture, she wavered. Where are we even going? She followed Amira uneasily.

It was cool under the shade of the trees. Wildflowers were littered around the forest floor, their colors starkly contrasting the dark shades of green and brown. Mushrooms could be found on fallen trees and stumps. The occasional patch of sunlight warmed their fur as they continued. It felt like all the wildlife was staring at them. The birds were watching as they perched on the tree branches; squirrels and chipmunks seemed to be following them curiously, and bugs swarmed them. No matter how much they shook their heads to send them away, the little pests returned, craving the cows.

Laviana would grunt, snapping at the bugs with her large, blunt teeth. Once in a while, she would bite one of the flies pestering her. However, this would be more annoying as their taste was putrid. No matter how many she killed, there would seem to be infinite numbers of them. She longed for the comfort of her tower. Decorative windows that would block pests such as these from entering her room, herbs that she could burn to deter them if they managed to fly in from other entrances, or even asking her maids to take care of them. She moo’d furiously. Honestly, how many of these pests are there to be had?

Amira did not mind them. In her country, the pests were everywhere. She had grown accustomed to them being in every building and room. Even royalty had to deal with them. The one thing she thought about Laviana, which she had made abundantly clear when they first met, was that she was soft. Conditions such as these, disregarding the transformation into a cow, were not foreign to her. The forest was not familiar to her, though. Her plan, which she was sadly unable to communicate, was to walk in a straight line until they reached the other side. From there, they would find their way back to the castle and try to speak to someone. It was not a well-thought-out plan, but she would come up with something. She planned to come up with something, of course. Her massive udder was beginning to ache.

On long trips before all this, the two would talk idly about various things. Their handmaids who had done silly things, topics relating to their fathers, or discussing ways to have fun. However, with the inability to talk, it was rather impossible. It was a very silent hike. As they continued, the sun slowly lowered in the sky. When they left, it was at its highest point in the sky. They could tell the sun was setting through the breaks in the forest’s canopy. They didn’t know how far they traveled, as the forest seemed to go on and on and on.

Occasionally, they would come across a small pond. The two would take the opportunity to refresh themselves. The water was crystal clear. Smaller animals were also helping themselves, and birds even floated on the water’s surface. They hesitated initially but would much rather not travel through the seemingly endless forest without water.

As the sun sunk further, the forest grew darker. Amira hoped that she was heading in the same direction. They had to walk slower as seeing what was underneath their feet became harder. The bugs got worse the later it became, bombarding their faces with a sick desire to get stuck in their eyes. The owls came out, their cooing echoing throughout the forest.

After what seemed like hours, a patch of light broke through the trees. Laviana was the first to notice. “Moo?” She stumbled forward, seeing something in the light. “MOO!” Feeling a burst of energy, she ran forward, stumbling but maintaining her balance, the hours of walking ample practice. Amira called after her and ran to catch up. The sound of a bell came from outside the forest. Whatever it was, it could be anything besides that awful farm. Excited, the two ran and ran, their bells ringing slightly as they flopped against their bodies.

They broke through the trees, and the light blinded them. Lowering their heads as they left the forest, they heard the bell ringing louder. The smell of manure filled the air. Oh no… Amira raised her head, fearing the worst. She felt like falling over. The farmhouse and barn stood there waiting for them at the end of a long dirt path. Two golems were rangling up the cows from the pasture, one holding a large bell hitting it with a hammer.

How did this happen?! Laviana shouted, a loud, distressed moo flying down the path. One of the two golems stood alert, hearing Laviana. It gazed down the path, seeing two of its cows outside of the pasture and at the end of the dirt road. It disappeared for a second, then magically reappeared in front of them. The two shouted, the loud mooing filling each other's ears. With speed not yet seen, it reached out with both hands and grasped their noses, its stony grip preventing them from shouting or running away.

It mumbled something unrecognizable. “ᚱᛁᚾ ᚠᚬᚱ ᚱᛁᛋᛏᚱᛅᛁᚾᛏ.”

Something cold pierced the cartilage in their nose, sending a split second of pain through them. They squirmed, trying to escape the golem’s clutches. Despite being a cow for nearly a day now, Amira hadn’t paid too much attention to the muzzle. Her eyes deleted it from her vision after a few hours unless she called attention to it. Laviana stomped on the golem’s foot, but the stone was harder than a cow’s hoof, so this proved fruitless. Something heavy sat, not on, but in their noses. The weight of it was jarring. The golem pulled his hand away.

Signaling to his partner, the bell rang louder, much louder. It reached Amira and Laviana now. As if in a trance, the two began wandering toward the barn. It was too late now; they took eager steps toward the barn with the others, mooing absent-mindedly, unable to resist the allure of the bell. Following the other cows, the princesses were herded back into the barn and into their stalls.

Once Amira’s stall was closed, the trance seemed to fade. Regaining her control, Amira glanced around her stall. “Mroo?” The weight on her nose entered her mind again. Looking for a mirror, or something reflective, she found a trough full of water. She recoiled in disgust. A large, golden ring had been stabbed through her nostrils.  Those fiends! When I escape, I shall have their heads! Several golems were wandering around the barn, now carrying buckets. What is happening? Before she could get her answer, a golem approached her stall and opened the gate, an empty bucket in his hand.

“ᛁᛅᛋᛁ ᚴᛁᚱᛚ.” It mumbled as it reached for a stool in the corner. It set the stool on the ground next to Amira’s body and sat. Rubbing her side, it mumbled to her in its unknown language. “ᚢᛁ ᛋᚼᛅᛚᛚ ᛋᛁᛁ ᚼᚬᚢ ᛘᚢᚴᚼ ᛘᛁᛚᚴ ᛁᚬᚢ ᛒᚱᚬᛏᚢᚴᛁ.”  

For heaven’s sake, she hung her head. I do not understand your speech! Amira said firmly to the golem, overwhelmed by today’s events. Of course, the golem only heard ‘Moo!’. It placed the bucket underneath her udder. Where are you putting that? The golem leaned low underneath her. Where do you think you are go-“MOOO!” Cold, hard hands caressed her teats. Gingerly, it squeezed them and pulled them toward the ground. OOOOOooooOOOoohh… The sensations running through her body were unlike any other. As royalty, she was to be pure and chaste until marriage. Amira could only imagine that this was what losing her virginity could feel like. As the golem continued attempting to milk her, she squirmed. Her fur stood on end, and the clapper inside of her bell constantly rattled against the metal, making a clattering; it nearly floored her.

The dam burst.

Milk flooded from the teats the golem was working—a thin stream at first. Amira fell to her knees, somehow keeping her back legs upright. The stimulus from the milk flowing through her teats shook her. She emitted a wobbly, hesitant moo, unsure whether she should be enjoying this or not. The golem kept working. The more he pulled, the more milk filled the bucket. Slowly, Amira regained her composure and got back to her hooves. She hung her head in shame. I should not be enjoying such things. I am not a cow. I am royalty! She felt the need to remind herself of that simple fact. I am not a cow. I am not a cow. I am not a-

Her other two teats began leaking milk without being massaged prior. GODS ABOVE! “MOOOOOO!” Her legs wobbled. The golem ceased his milking and called for help. Another Golem came into the stall and supported Amira while the other continued milking. Her heavy panting was filling the barn, the other cows breaking from their focus to glare at the new cow.

Meanwhile, Laviana wasn’t faring any better. The golem that came to milk her was faring on its own, but Laviana was barely maintaining her balance. Her expression was unmistakable—pure bliss. Unlike Amira, she could hold her own and maintain her moans when in public; however, she was having a tough time. Her tongue hung as far out of her mouth as possible, dribbling saliva onto the straw-covered floor. With her legs wobbling, her teats, two teats that weren’t being worked by the golem, constantly wiggled around, and what little milk was dribbling from them was missing the bucket completely.  

Goodness. This feeling is, she paused to slurp, too much. She panted and nearly collapsed. The golem reached for another bucket, having filled the first one, switching teats as well. Laviana stomped her hooves on the ground, trying to maintain her composure. I am a princess. Not a cow. I am a princess. Not a cow. She repeated this mantra to herself as the euphoria surged through her body. I’m not a “Mroooooooooooo.” She surrendered to it, letting out several moos as the golem milked her for the day. Amira was wailing next door. As much as she tried to act as a royal would, this was too much for her.

It couldn’t last long enough. Before she knew it, the golem stood from the stool and carried away the two buckets of milk. No, come back! She walked forward unsteadily, mooing feverishly. Don’t I have more to give? She looked at her udder. It was noticeably smaller than when she woke this morning. Goodness, it milked me dry. Amira’s Golem was still milking, having gone through two buckets now and working on a third. Aviana only had a momentary taste, but she longed for more. However, it seemed that her wishes would be answered. A Golem was approaching her stall again with a bucket. Can I give more? She approached the gate, mooing constantly. The golem paid her no mind, hefting the bucket over the gate and dumping its contents into her trough.

“Moo?” Laviana gazed at the things that slopped into the trough. A mixture of oats, chunks of fruits, and more foliage. Am I expected to eat this as well? She recognized some of the ingredients in the slop. She had had a few of the fruits at the castle before. Taking a sniff of it, she quickly pulled her head back. No. I shall not eat this. She turned away, leaving the slop be. Unfortunately, there was nowhere she could sit down and contemplate her situation. As if it were natural, her rear end lowered to the ground with her front legs supporting the weight of her upper body. Laviana looked at her body. This felt comfortable to her. Her mind seemed to be at ease in this position, enjoying the weight of her new body resting against the ground rather than struggling to be supported on her legs.

Amira had a different idea, though. The golems had just left her stall, having walked away with five buckets full of her milk. Utterly exhausted from the experience, she fell to the ground and flopped on her side. Her eyes were open, her mouth agape. It was clear that her energy, like her udder, had been drained. Rather than struggle to maintain her upright posture, she allowed gravity to take her. That was too much. She took a deep breath, her sides filling with the air she pulled in and exhaled loudly. I hope they do not think they can milk me whenever they want.

The golems wrapped up milking the other cows, who were more cooperative than Amira and Laviana were. When they finished, they hauled all the buckets of milk out of the barn. They returned with two bulls in tow—their short brown fur, humungous horns that extended past their shoulders, and broad, muscular shoulders. The princesses glanced at them with confusion. They weren’t in the barn this morning. The two were mumbling to each other as they led the bulls to the farthest stalls in the barn. Once the two were locked up for the night, the golems left the barn, shutting the doors. They did not return.

There was only one thing left to do at that point: The two waited for evening to come.




It was a still evening. Fireflies illuminated the pasture, gently floating through the air. The stillness would have calmed even the most enraged of beasts. The cows slept as the full moon reached its highest point in the sky. Even the transformed princesses slumbered; the straw in their stalls an uncomfortable shift in sleeping arrangements compared to their previous arrangements. Even the mice that silently scampered along the edges of the walls were still slumbering in their burrows that night.

It seemed as if the night begged for something to happen; and happen, something did. The faint lamplight in the barn suddenly turned a deep purple. Ribbons of light streamed from the lamps in a curling, whimsical fashion. One made its way to the nearest cow, wrapping itself around her flank. The light from the ribbon spilled onto the cow, covering its body from head to tail. Every cow was soon covered in the purple light, the ribbons fusing with their bodies.

Amira and Laviana were the last to be infected with the light. They did not wake, as it filled them with a pleasant warmth. However, all the cows began to change. Laviana’s wide flanks began to shrink, becoming more shapely, that of a human’s. Clear definitions of a curvy torso, hips, and thighs became apparent. Exploding from her chest, two enormous, bouncy, and soft breasts. Her long snout shrank into her face, making way for a cuter, feminine, human-esque face: a shorter snout, cow-reminiscent nose, beautiful blue eyes, and blushing cheeks. The nose ring remained, albeit shrunken to a smaller size. Human arms and legs replaced the long, bony bovine limbs. The tail remained protruding from her tailbone, resting on her plump rear.

Amira did not receive the same treatment. Where Laviana received a buxom body with oversized breasts, Amira was receiving the opposite. Her bovine flanks thinned slightly to look less like a box and more rounded. Breasts inflated to larger sizes than Laviana’s, resembling watermelons. Fat redistributed to her morphing hips and thighs. Thick and heavy limbs restructured as bovine became human.

A flash of purple light filled the barn and dispersed. The cows were gone, replaced by beautiful, voluptuous, sexy women with bovine features. The lamps returned to their original low, orange color, slowly growing brighter and brighter.

Laviana stirred as the light disturbed her slumber. “Hmm…” She rubbed her eyes, rustling the straw. “Is it morning so soon?” She sat up, stretching her aching limbs. “Goodness, that was a nightmare.” She fully opened her eyes. She was still in a barn. The same straw, the same stall, the same wooded barricade keeping her inside. “Oh dear.” She clapped a hand over her mouth. She could speak again! Eyes wide in shock, thoughts raced through her mind. Something felt off about her face. Carefully, fearfully, she removed her hand from her face. Short white fur with black spots covered her hand and arm. Not just her arm. Her legs, too, and her body. “Wait…” Laviana cupped the enormous breasts that were attached to her body. Firm, perky, pink nipples stood upright, leaking the smallest bit of milk. The weight of the hefty breasts in her hands couldn’t be mistaken for fakes or an illusion.

Laviana froze. “Amira…” Thinking of her friend, she frantically looked left and right. In the stall left of her, a pudgy woman with cow fur covering her body lay in the straw, snoring. Frantically, she sprung to her feet and tried to open the gate. “Drat. Open you foul thing!”

“Let me help you, sister.” A furred hand reached over and lifted an arm from the limiter. Suddenly the door flew open with the weight Laviana was putting on it. She fell to the ground, her new breasts absorbing most of the fall. “Are you ok, sister?”

Laviana groaned, flipping her body over. Above her was a beautiful, curvy cow woman. Little, stubby horns sat on her head. Cow ears were placed where human ears should have been. She couldn’t see any other features of her face beyond her bulbous breasts blocking her vision. “Umm…” On top of her pelvis was a bulging, veiny udder. It seemed not to have been milked in days as droplets slowly leaked from her four teats, hitting the straw-covered floor. “I am all right!” Lavana scrambled to her feet and frantically opened Amira’s stall, closing it behind her, and ducked behind it. The girl who opened her tilted her head in confusion.

Laviana hyperventilated. “What is happening?!” She clutched her inflated bosom, feeling her heart racing. “The nightmare is not over!”

“Leave me be.” Amira stirred as Laviana panicked. “I require beauty sleep.”

“Amira!” Laviana lunged for her shoulder and pulled Amira to her back, facing the barn ceiling. “Amira, tis I, Laviana.” The brown hair on the cow’s head was unmistakable. This was Amira. She had faced the same fate as herself and seemingly all these other cows.

“Enough!” Amira rose sharply, swatting away Laviana’s hand. “Who dares disturb my slumber?” Her angered expression rested on Laviana. Confusion replaced it. “Who are you?” A naked woman with cow fur, large breasts, and golden hair sat in front of her. “What are you?” Cautiously, Amira reached out to touch Laviana but froze when the hand that entered her vision didn’t look like hers. “No…” In spams, she felt her body, checking what all had changed. The fat covering her body jiggled and shook as she did so. “No, no, no, no!”

“Amira,” Laviana said again, hoping to shake her out of this fit.

“Away!” Amira shouted. She had another look at the creature before her. It clicked. “Laviana!” Her angry expression returned. “What have you done to me?”

“I,” Laviana said, placing a hand on her chest, “have done nothing.” She was relieved that Amira recognized her at last, but the fact that she had accused her of causing this irked her. “You truly believe this is my doing?” She stood. “You believe that I used magic or conjured a spell to transform both you and me into cows, then again into obscene mixtures of both cow and human?”

“Nay.” Amira stood as well, her udder sloshed around. “It was your suggestion to attend the festival. Tis your fault we met that old man.”

Laviana was livid. “You,” she stomped her foot, “took the jewelry.”

“Twas I to know they had enchantments?” Amira approached Laviana, the two now only inches from each other. “Perhaps you knew and plotted against me!” Laviana’s face was red. Anger boiling over. “Is this what you wanted?!” Amira reached out and snatched a clump of Laviana’s hair. Drawing her to the trough at the front of the stall, she shoved her face inches from the water’s surface. “Was it your plan for this to happen?”

Laviana had a glimpse of her face in the water. Nearly like the cowgirl before, little horns poked through her long, blond hair. A stubby cow-like nose sat where her human nose once was, and a smaller ring pierced through her two nostrils. The floppy white ears on the side of her head sealed the deal for her. Reflections did not lie. “Have you glimpsed yourself?” She spun around, enduring the pain of Amira’s grip on her hair, wrapping her arms underneath Amira’s shoulders. Thrusting Amira close to the water trough, Amira glared into the water, not enjoying what she saw.

The other cowgirls had gathered around the stall, wondering why two of their sisters were fighting. None of them tried to stop them, nor did they cheer. They watched in horror. “You dare touch me?!” Amira raised her arms and slid out from Laviana’s clutches, and regained her footing. Laviana was dazed. Fighting between two princesses was not unheard of, but it varied in how physical it would get. Amira ran for Laviana, ramming her with her shoulder. Laviana was sent to the far side of the stall, slamming against the wood and falling to the ground. “Admit to your guilt.”

“I have none.” Laviana groaned as she lay on the ground.

“Ladies, please.” The crowd of cowgirls split, making way for two muscular, handsome bulls. “No need to fight over us.” Short brown fur covered their bodies, and thicker fur around their necks. Rippling muscles covered every inch of their bodies—arms, legs, torso, everywhere. Every muscle was nearly as large as one of the ladies’ udders.  

“Indeed, Barda.” The other bull retorted. “Face it, Aldus. The stunning, masculine bulls enter the barn, and all the heifers start going mad.”

“Must be our musk.” The two bulls clasped their right hands together, like heroes from an action movie. Their muscles bulged as they relished in their arrogant narcissism. That wasn’t the only thing that bulged. Their throbbing dicks instantly shot up to full mast. Veins lined their shafts, the flared tips aching to enter someone’s pussy that night. The fur around their groins was already glistening with sweat.

The cowgirls around them had mixed reactions. Most of them swooned at the sight of them. A few ran up to them immediately and ran their hands along their muscles, feeling the bulging veins. One girl in particular dove in front of them and immediately began smelling Barda’s musky penis. Amira and Laviana, however, stopped fighting to stare at the bulls.

“Are those the two bulls that were brought in earlier today?” Laviana asked, getting up.

“Indeed.” Amira lowered her fist and turned to face them. “What is so special about them?” The two left the stall and joined the crowd.

However, everyone paid the two no heed, focusing on the beefcakes in front of them. “My goodness, your body is so muscular.”

“And your length is truly spectacular,” another said, placing her hands on Aldus’s dick. “You two have been blessed with such fertility.”

“I would be honored to carry your calves.” One of the girls approached them, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, squirting milk from them. “Give me your seed.” She moaned lustily.

“Patience, please, ladies,” Barda requested. We can’t breed with all of you at once.”  He flexed his muscles, showing off his fitness.

“We shall choose two of you this eve,” Aldus said. “However, we already have our eyes on our heifers for the night.” He turned to Barda, smirking. “Don’t we, Barda?”

“Yes, we do.” The two stared at Amira and Laviana. “Those two there have beauty beyond compare.” Aldus approached Amira. “And I enjoy a woman with extra flesh.” He caressed her chin, his dark brown eyes locking with hers. “More to hold during heat.”

“Don’t touch me.” Amira slapped Aldus’s hand away. “I am not interested in mating with thee.” The very thought of this muscular buffoon plundering her vagina brought such distaste to her mouth.

“Come now, what was it, Amira?” Aldus pulled her closer, now looking directly into his smug face. “Do you not fancy an evening with me?”

She glimpsed at his penis. In her earlier years, she had visited farms and accidentally walked into a mating session. It was so embarrassing that she refused to leave her room for many moons. At that moment, something in her mind raced. The thick, salty smell of his member permeated her nostrils. Her mind slowly emptied of thoughts, eyes turning foggy. She took several deep whiffs of the odor emanating from Aldus’s rod. He smirked, knowing she was too far gone.

“Amira?” Laviana placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you all right?”

“I am well,” Amira said distractedly. “I have had a change of thought, Aldus.” She approached him, wrapping her arms around him. “Mayhaps I do want to lay with thee tonight.” Laviana was shocked—such a sudden turnaround. “Come, Aldus. Show me how you treat a lady.”

“I knew you would come around.” He wrapped his arms around her supple waist, drawing her to his stall. The two exchanged idle chatter on the way.

“You know, I am royalty,” Amira stated.

“I’ve laid with royalty before. I wonder how you compare.” Aldus opened the gate to his stall and ushered Amira inside, followed by himself.

“Where does he learn to do that?” A voice said next to Laviana. She turned to see Barda standing behind her. She screamed but quickly stifled it. “Aren’t we excited?”

She froze. Barda was utterly exposed. His throbbing member was on full display, standing upright and to the sky. His blue eyes looked into hers. Admittedly, she had always had a thing for men larger than her, but she was not able to choose her suitor. She would talk a big game about men not being worthy of her, but that was all a façade. Anyone who dared to treat her the way she wanted would have the key to not only her heart but her virginity as well. Barda was already ticking a few of those boxes. “Allow me to stop you,” she voiced hesitantly, “I am not interested.”

“Pardon my boldness, but I dost not believe you.” Barda stepped forward and stood an inch away from her. Towering over her, he looked down into her eyes. “Tell me, in all honesty, thou are not interested in a night with me.” He smirked, knowing the real answer and that he had yet to meet a cow or heifer who could resist him. Placing a large, beefy hand on her shoulder, slowly bringing her face closer to his member. He was too powerful to resist. The closer Laviana’s face got to his member, the foggier her head became. The smell was too potent for her. Thoughts escaped her, her breathing intensified, and the urge to let Barda have his way with her only intensified every second. With his dick practically touching her face, she drooled, nymphomania taking hold of her. “Have you reconsidered?” Barda waited patiently.

“Ravage me!” She leaped from his dick and looked him in the face. “Have your way with my body!”

“Good answer.” Barda picked her up, her udder hanging between her legs. Choosing to mate in Laviana’s stall, her turned around and let himself in. The other girls, looking dejected, returned to their evening milking duties.

Barda tossed her to the ground. Laviana landed with a thud, her plush asscheeks absorbing the blow. “Let us not waste time.” Barda fell to his knees, slamming his hands to the floor next to Laviana’s shoulders, trapping her.

Laviana gazed into his lustful eyes. The smell of him was intoxicating. Her pupils dilated more, and she inhaled more of his musk. Raising her legs and spreading them wide, she begged for him. “Take me, Barda. Breed this virgin honey pot. Give me your calves.” She was panting, begging for every moment she could have with him.

“Such a lustful heifer.” Barda leaned in and licked her neck. “Good girl.” Reaching for his dick, he clutched it and blindly aimed for her pussy, while he licked her neck. The taste of her sweat was delicious to him. Proof that she was his. Laviana moaned loudly, having never felt this pleasure as a princess. “Moan more for me,” he whispered into her ear. “Show everyone how lustful you are for my length.” Obeying him without question, she moaned louder, her voice bouncing off the walls.

Amira and Aldus were taking their time. Aldus lay on his back while Amira used him like a pillow. Their lips locked, tongues intertwined, their saliva pouring down Aldus’s face. His dick was pressed between them, throbbing and aching. Milk was spilling from Amira’s udder, making it wet and slippery. If he wasn’t careful, he may shoot his seed before he had the chance to penetrate Amira. The two broke their lock. “Amira,” Aldus said in his deep voice. “Are you ready to receive me?”

Amira sat up, milk staining her lower body. She fingered her pussy, the squelching noises only made Aldus harder. “Take me, big boy.” She rotated, falling to her hands and knees. Wiggling her ass, she drew Aldus in. “Prove you are worth of royalty.”

“Very well.” Aldus rose to his knees and approached, his dick hard as a rock. He pressed it against her wet, dripping pussy. It begged for his attention. Aldus rubbed his flared tip against her lips, teasing her. This didn’t last long, as he caved in. He shoved his length into her pussy. His head entered, stretching her lips wider than they ever had been, then his medial ring. Once he reached the base, he lingered there, savoring the heat from a supposed royal heifer. His balls twitched, begging for release. Nay, not yet!

“AAAAAAH!” Amira cried. Her first time in bed, and it was in a manure-smelling stall, with an enormous anthro cock, and as a cow. It wasn’t what she expected, but she didn’t care. The heat emanating from Aldus’s dick was permeating her pussy and filling her body. It reached her deepest regions. The pulsing of his dick only added to the experience. “Blast. You are simply too much.”

“Shall I stop,” he paused to add snark, “Your Highness?”

“Nay,” Amira turned to face him as best she could. “Breed me.”

After several blind thrusts and tasting nearly all of Laviana’s neck, he had found her pussy. In one blind thrust, he entered her body in a split second. Laviana’s scream rang in his ears. The other girls froze, their gaze shooting over to Laviana’s stall. “BARDA!” She panted heavily as he continued to jackhammer her pussy. “GODS! MORE!” The wet slapping filled the room; some cowgirls even came over to watch. Relentlessly, Barda continued his assault on her nethers. With each damp slap, Laviana screamed for more. Her breasts leaked milk, coating her fur with the nectar. Her udder was currently pressed against Barda’s body, but it, too, even after being milked earlier, was leaking the slightest bit.

Amira began moving her hips with Aldus. The two moved in unison, his dick delivering more precise blows as she slammed her meaty ass against his pelvis. His balls frequently slapped her udder as they shared the moment. “Heavens! Aldus! Do not stop!”

“I may have to!” Aldus felt it in his testicles. They were writhing, eager to ride up and eject their load into the willing participant. His dick twitched and pulsated. “Receive my seed!” Grabbing her by the hips, Aldus pulled her into him, keeping his dick fully inserted in her body. His dick twitched one more time before it ejected his seed. Pulse after pulse, hot sticky cum was shot into her body. He kept her there so none would escape. If he had his chance with royalty, he wanted it to be worth his while.

“OOOOoooOOOOOOH!” Amira screamed as she felt the heat gushing into her, filling her. Her breasts felt heavy. Her udder pulsed. Milk shot from them like a rocket, the ground growing more and more sodden beneath them.

Barda, feeling in charge, wrapped his arms around Laviana. She did not stop panting. Falling backward, he seamlessly changed position, Laviana now on top. She belted out a louder, hornier scream. Barda’s dick went ever deeper now.

Wanting to keep this sensation, she mounted her knees to the ground and began bouncing on Barda’s dick. Heat flowed through her. Her breasts bounced, milk spewing this way and that, and udder continuing to leak. “Hell. I am about to explode!” She slammed onto Barda’s dick, savoring the length of it.

“Good, for I am about to shoot my seed.” Barda snickered between moans of his own. “Take it.” He reached for her hips, getting ready for the moment.

Laviana reached for her breasts. Grasping them, she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipples. It felt so much more powerful than when she would pleasure herself at night in her bedroom. Whenever she pinched her nipples, milk would shoot from them and spill onto Barda. Barda, though, didn’t care. He was too busy preparing for the climax. “Barda! Please!” She shouted as she slammed into his dick once more. “Fill me with your seed! I want your calves!”

Without words, Barda squeezed her hips, slamming her onto his pelvis. His dick shot load after load inside of her. It filled her body with warmth—milk shot from her udder, spewing over his face and coating it. The collective moans of two transformed princesses and two anthro bulls filled the barn.

All of the cowgirls had chosen a stall to view at this point. Milking could wait.

Laviana nearly fell over once Barda was finished with her. Her legs were weak, mind foggy, and most importantly, belly full of steaming bull seed. Lifting Laviana from his dick, Barda rose from the straw and left. “See you later.”

“Wait!” Laviana tried to rise and chase after him, but her legs wouldn’t allow it. The other cowgirls followed him, the musk calling them. She lay there in the wet straw, wondering if this was a normal thing. Further down the barn she could hear Amira calling to Aldus in a similar fashion.

“Aldus.” Barda gave him a manly handshake. “How was she?”

“Think I have a thing for royals now.”

Amira slowly walked to her stall. A stary cowgirl opened the gate for her. She collapsed into the straw, breathing like she had run a mile, post-sex clarity settling in. “Laviana?”

“Yes?”

“There must be a way to escape.” All admiration and lust for Aldus was gone. The musk had done its job, run its course.

“We shall have to keep trying.” Laviana lay on her side, taking in what had happened, the clarity settling in for her.


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