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Maturity Via Cow

OddWerid

Time: Summer Season, Year 210 [2325 SC].

Location: Revyer's Colony, the Goodly Farm.

Revyer Colony is known for its agriculture. More precisely, for its dairy products. The colony has one of the most hospitable biospheres in the entire Collective. Visitors, what few there are, often comment on the pastoral landscapes and the bucolic farmsteads. As most planets in the Collective are only partially teraformed or, like Earth, inhabitable on the surface, Revyer has an almost perfect monopoly on its farm products. In this respect it breaks the mold of farming: Revyer is very rich.

Revyer also has its secrets. In this particular case it isn't so much secret, but undiscussed. Slavery has always been a part of Revyer's history. While slavery is not usually found in the Collective, Common Law gives no protection to people. Such issues are decided by the members individually. Slavery on Revyer always was a legal slavery, that is to say slavery was used as a form of punishment. The government of Revyer used slavery instead of jails. Sentences were for a number of years or for life. The slaves were then auctioned to the highest bidder, tax deductible of course. At least that was how it used to be.

A hundred years ago, a new form of bondage was created. Known as Circe's Strain, it was a genetic modification virus. Injected into slaves, it added features from animals onto the human body. Typically horses and cows were used. Horses provided a strong workforce, while cows provided milk, a staple of Revyerian economy. The unfortunate side affect, for the slaves anyway, was this spawned a series of court battles, which at the end declared non-humans property. There was no escape for the slaves, and even worse was the biological fact that Circe's could be transmitted sexually. A new race had been created, one born and fated to die in bondage.

Sarah Goodly sat by the window, looking at the team of slaves working in the field. She often fantasized about them. Their hard bodies working in the hot sun, sweat dripping from their chiseled chests. And their cocks. Mustn't forget those. Hanging between their rear legs, just waiting for a slick, tight...

"Sarah! Sarah! Where are you? I'm not going to remind you again about your chores!"

Sarah dropped out of daydreams and started walking towards the back door. She knew that her fantasies were impossible. Just one fuck and she would be transformed into a milkgirl. She knew her parents loved her, but they wouldn't be able to protect her from this. She would become a slave, just like all the other milkgirls.

Stepping out of the house, Sarah headed towards the barn. A massive building, which only emphasized her family's wealth, it housed all the livestock of the farm. Entering one could see the rows of stalls where the slaves slept each night. Sarah walked down the isle and began to open each one. At the far end, there was a great bell. She rang it four times, the single for the afternoon milking. Slowly the slaves left the stalls where they had been eating, and moved down to the milking racks. As each took her place on the rack, it automatically locked their feet and arms.

Once everyone was in place, Sarah began to hook up the machine. The job was routine, boring in fact. Though to an outsider, it may have looked like a erotic fantasy. Thirty or more girls stood, chests out, prominently displaying four huge breasts apiece. Their nipples were long and drooping, thick veins easily seen. The breasts were all swollen, full of Revyer's lifeblood: Milk. The rest of their bodies was also pleasing, compared to their breasts, they were strangely petite. Narrow waists and torsos, but with wide hips and thighs, good for giving birth. Their skin ranged from a blacks to brown to the classic mottled Holstein look. Beyond that they had the minimum of cow like features: Horns, Large ears, Tail,and most obviously, their legs were digigrade, with slightly larger than normal hooves. Their intelligence is that of a normal human, although it has been noted that they don't excite as easily as their purely primate kin.

Turning on the machine, Sarah watches as the milking begins. The girls start to moan and squirm against their restraints. The experience was designed to be pleasurable, so as to reduce chance of rebellion. The girls raise and twist their backsides, trying to rub their enlarged vaginas against the wall. The sexual organs of the girls are large as to take the massive penises of the male centaurs. They are one race, the milkgirls and centaurs, females becoming cows, while males becoming horses. Just watching the naked flesh was making Sarah wet. She knew she shouldn't be having these feelings, but she couldn't help it.

When the milking was finished, Sarah unhooked the girls and they wandered back to their cells. She watched them from behind, entranced by their swaying breasts, easily visible from the back, and their soft wet pussies, framed by wide hips. Sarah moved her hand under her belt and began to finger her own wet womanhood. If only she could ...

"Excuse me, Mistress. I couldn't help notice, would you like a taste?" A slave said from behind her, offering a boob. Its nipple was extended and glistened with the recent milking. Sarah knew she shouldn't. Milk was always cleaned before regular people drank it, but the nipple was right there. So inviting. The slave took a step closer to the lust filled girl. It was right there in front of her face, warm and wet and ...

"Yesss. Mumm..." Sarah cried before opening her mouth and sucking in the nipple. A warm mass entered her mouth, filling it. She rolled her tongue around it, feeling its firmness, its softness. Sucking now, harder and more insistent, warm liquid spurted into her mouth. A sweet, silky fluid, swirling around the nipple and her tongue. Sarah swallowed it, and again and again. It felt like gallons of perfection were rolling down her throat. Blissfully unaware of the world, she missed the glint in the slave's eye.

The rest of the day Sarah felt tingly all over her body. She attributed it to nerves that someone would find out what she had done. But, she reasoned to herself, it not as if we had sex. There is no chance of infection, besides I would never have sex with a girl. Still the feeling persisted. That night, as she undressed for bed she noted that her breasts were a bit larger, but it was almost that time of the month, so she didn't worry about it.

The next morning, Sarah awoke to an unusual weight. Opening her eyes, she gasped as she saw her breasts. They were visibly larger. Reaching out a finger, she touched one, feeling how firm it was. Her nipples were also larger, standing erect amid swollen areolae. Touching one, Sarah squeaked in shock. It felt GOOD, too good. Sitting up, she looked down and confirmed her fears. Below her breasts was a second set of nipples. They sat on her lower chest, just as turgid as the others, with the barest hint of breasts behind them.

Further examination reveals the extent of the damage. Her ears are larger, but not too noticeable. Feeling her head, Sarah finds two bumps that with time will become horns. Looking over her body, she sees areas of skin that are ever so sightly darker. Her toe nails are much thicker, and her foot seems longer with hair starting to grow around her toes. Looking for a tail, of which there was only a nub, so far, she found her second big shock.

Her vagina had grown considerably overnight. While it was always a small and hardly noticeable slit before, now it had a massive mound. Thick folded lips surrounded the entrance to her new inner sanctum. Sticking a finger to test its depths, Sarah found a new source of intense pleasure. Wet folds closed around her finger, then hand as she pushed into her new organ. Several minutes later, panting with the exertion and experience of a powerful orgasm, she stood up to take stock. Standing with her legs closed to minimize the presence of her female parts, she found with dismay that her thighs now curved open in the back, as to allow easy access. Other than that, she felt she could disguise her new appearance.

Dressed in slightly over sized clothing, a large farm hat, and a pair of her brother's boots, Sarah headed for the barn. Entering she pasted the stalls containing the centaur slaves. Looking at their bodies and now not so large cocks, she felt a wetness creep into her pants. Shoving aside her forbidden desires, she continued towards her goal.

"So, how does it feel?" said a voice from a stall next to her.

"What..You! What did you do to me?" Sarah cried out in a quiet voice, so as not to disturb the other slaves. And not to draw attention to her conversation.

"You didn't answer my question. How does it feel to be one of us? Do you feel the Feelings yet? Feelings of pleasure emanating from your nipples, breasts, and crotch? Oh you have. I can tell from your face." The slave said, a slow smile spreading on her face.

"I'm not 'one of you'. I never had sex with you, so I can't be infected." Sarah said, denying what she knew to be true.

"Foolish human. Don't you know anything? Our condition is transmitted by sex , yes, but its because of the fluids that it happens. Don't you remember the fluids I gave you yesterday? I find it hard to believe you would forget so easily, from the look you had."

"What... What do I do?"

"Do? Ha! What you do is sit back and relax until the change is complete. Then you can join us. Because thats where cows 'belong'. Right?"

"No...I can't..."

"And if you need some company, I recommend the big stallion at the end. He can bring you to new heights, just the thing to fill your need." The cow licked her lips and spread her pussy open, showing how large she was. "Your going to need all the space you can get to accept him. Not to mention the babies!"

Sarah couldn't take it anymore. She fled the barn, the voice of the slave laughing after her. She ran in a blind panic away from the house, the barn, her life for the past eighteen years. She couldn't go to her parents, the proud farmers they were. One word of this to anyone and their social standing would be ruined. She knew what they would do. They would hide her from everyone, claiming illness or something, and then put her in the barn as is proper for her 'kind'. In the barn with the laughing voice. No, she had to leave. Go anywhere but here.

But where? Where could she go that would be safe. The entire colony had slaves. As soon as someone recognized what she was, she would be captured. And not all owners were as nice as he family. This planet just wasn't safe for her anymore. Then it hit her: This planet . "I could leave", Sarah thought, " if I can get to the port on time. If I can get off before the changes are easily seen, I can escape. And the authorities can't call my parents because I am of legal age." Emboldened by this new idea, Sarah starts walking towards the Starport in Gettering.

Sarah was lucky. The Collective Interstellar Agreements provided that all ports were under the General Collective Law. Which, Fortunately for Sarah, did not acknowledge slavery or the concept of slaves. Which meant simply, the ports were the safe haven on Revyer. No man wanting to keep his slaves brought them onto port grounds, as they were free as soon as they touched them. Stepping out would bring them under Revyerian Law of course, but they had full freedom of whether to do so or not.

It was getting late by the time Sarah had reached the outskirts of Gettering. Deciding that it would be safer to continue in the morning light, she looked for a place to sleep. Having no money, she could have used her family credit to rent a room, but that would tip them off. She wanted to be in space before her parents knew where she was. Instead she chose a grove of trees some distance from the road, so as not to be seen.

Removing her clothes for use as a pillow and blanket, Sarah noted the fine coat of hair beginning to form on her skin. The dark areas were darker still, and her breasts seemed bigger. Troubled by these developments, Sarah lay down for a fitful nights sleep.

The morning came too early for Sarah. The ground was hard, and she slept poorly. Barely awake, she pulled herself from the nest of clothing. Standing, she stretched her arms so as to bring some blood back into her limbs. Half awake, she glanced down and snapped into full consciousness. Her breasts had grown considerably overnight. Her upper pair was only slightly bigger, but now tight and spherical. They ached as if under pressure. But the lower pair were now fully fledged breasts, as big as the others were yesterday. Grabbing hold of one nipple, she gave a quick pull and squeeze, only to give a thin jet of milk.

The rest of her body had also changed. Her horns and ears were fully grown in, along with her tail. It now hung off her backside, it's tufted end laying on the ground. Her skin had taken the full black and white Holstein look, a classic giveaway. Her waist had narrowed to a size below petite, while her hips had grown out. They framed her massive vagina, which looked even larger than before. Fortunately her feet were still semi-normal. Her toes were down to two, with large, black nails, and tufts of hair now grew over the tops, but otherwise okay. She could still fit into the shoes, and she had good enough sense to have taken long pants and long sleeved shirt. With any luck she should be able to disguise her cowish appearance long enough to get to the port and off planet.

Getting dressed, Sarah decided that for all the trouble this had caused her, she looked very good. For the longest time she had fantasized about being with one of these creatures, and now she had one all to herself. She gave her prominent mound a quick rub, savoring the sensation, before pulling up her pants. She tucked her tail down one leg, and covered her feet with the shoes. With her waist so small, the pants hung off of her enlarged hips, looking as if they were just waiting for the opportunity to fall off. Turning her attention to her upper body, she tried on the shirt. Combined with the pants, it hid all the black splotches on her body, but the second set of boobs were big enough to be visible under the shirt. She needed a way to hide them.

Sneaking into the Gettering Outskirts, Sarah kept to the back alleys. Traveling on the main streets would expose her to people, and she couldn't risk that until her breasts were hidden. She figured she looked normal enough at first glance, the second set of breasts made odd lumps in her shirt, and Sarah had begun to notice her legs weren't moving in a completely human fashion. Her growing hooves caused her walk to seem as if she was on tip toes. While not blatantly obvious, it sure felt like a dead giveaway to Sarah.

A few more blocks of sneaking, and Sarah found what she was hoping for: a fabric shop. Not that she could just enter and buy some cloth, but she figured the garbage out back might have what she needed. Keeping to the back ways, she made a path to the rear of the store. Jackpot. A large dumpster sat there, with scraps of fabric hanging over its edges. Quickly she ran over to it, a feat in itself as she still was getting used her changing feet. Pulling herself up, Sarah browsed over the discarded merchandise. All she needed was a long piece of something, just enough to wrap around her torso and bind the incriminating mounds to her chest. Spotting a long strip of some blue fabric, she reached in and grabbed it, pulling it out of the mess.

Removing her shirt, after looking to make sure of no prying eyes, she began to wrap the material around her chest. Almost immediately, Sarah was hit by a great wave of pleasurable sensations. The rubbing and pressing of the fabric was simulating her new sensitive nipples. Biting her tongue against the urge to strip down and masturbate furiously, she continued wrapping until she was out of fabric. Looking down at her bound chest, she could twin dark spots on the binding. Milk, she realized, but since there was nothing to be done about that, she put her shirt back on. There was no time to waste. Her parents must be looking for her now, and she needed to reach the port.

Feeling more confident, Sarah steps out onto the main street of the Outskirts. The Outskirts could be small city by themselves. Originally just a suburb of Gettering, over the years, the Outskirts have grown into a thriving community. Filled with homes and shops and busy streets, the area has enough personality, not to mention people, to be called a separate city. But the residents of the Outskirts prefer it as it is. Which is why the Outskirts is still plural, and not singular as if it was one place. Makes no sense? Well thats people for you.

Economically, the Outskirts is a meeting place for the farmers outside and the sophisticated city dwellers of Gettering. It is a location of great commerce, where almost anything can be bought and sold.

"Now look here! This fine beauty is probably the best producer within a hundred kilometers. Just look at the size of these breasts. See their firmness, full of milk I assure you. And these teats, how large and ready to spew money into your coffers. Yes this may be..." Unknowingly, Sarah had entered right into the slave district of the Outskirts. Watching the auctioneers tweak nipples and squeeze the breasts of the poor slaves brought pangs of sympathy that Sarah had never thought she would experience. "Perhaps it comes from my own suffering," she thought, watching the slaves wince with what she now knew was intense pleasure. "I don't understand how I was so blind to this before, " Sarah thinks, trying to stay to the far back of the gathering crowds.

"Here is fine specimen. Prime breeding stock. He has sired at least twenty excellent cows and foals already. Just look at the size of these testicles, huge and rightfully so with frequency that he uses them. An his penis, long and thick to ensure pregnancies. Powerfully built, he is a most excellent choice..." Sarah looked up at the large centaur up for auction. From his broad chest to his well defined build, she found herself becoming very aroused. Only his blank face, staring at the ground, put her off. But her body was reacting differently. She could feel a wet sensation growing in her pants and her nipples were becoming harder than usual. Suddenly her hips seemed to bend at a angle and lock, bringing her ready sex into a mounting position.

Sarah knew what was happening, It was an instinctual action cows were created with to encourage breeding. She had to get out of there before someone noticed her. Waddling back into the back alleyways, she escaped detection. She tried to force her body back into a standing position, but it was no use. Once in mating stance, cows required sexual release to return to normal. Looking around she spots a pile of pallets next to building. Seeking shelter behind them, she struggles to lower her pants and get access to her throbbing need. Her tail, freeing itself from its confines, raises into the classic mating position. Inserting her fingers into her soft, wet folds, Sarah feels both an intense relief and pleasure from the contact. Slowly at first, but gaining speed, she moves her fingers in and out of her swollen vulva. Her mind loses focus with the world around her as she pounds now her fist into her massive vagina. Hand now flying in and out of the slippery entrance, Sarah begins moaning and mooing to the beginnings of her orgasm. Her other hand kneads at her breasts, as she experiences the peak of the massive orgasm. The walls of her cunt grab and squeeze her hand, and juices flow copiously down her arm. Finally, she comes down from the feelings. Removing her soggy hand from her satisfied orifice, she is able to stand once more.

Feeling fortunate that no one heard her moans and, to her embarrassment, moos over the auctioneers, Sarah continues towards the Gettering city entrance.

The city of Gettering sits on the bank of the Sanders River. Apart from being the largest river on Revyer, it puts Gettering in a prime position for trade. The fact that the next nearest star port is over three thousand kilometers away, Gettering is the destination for much of the goods produced near the river. Taking a historic reference, Gettering is similar to the city of New Orleans from old Earth, before its destruction. Gettering is the gateway to interstellar commerce for the entire Sanders river valley. As a result Gettering has become very wealthy, filled with the goods of hundreds of cities, not to mention other planets. Sarah had been in the city before, she went every time her family sold their monthly produce. She knew where the port was, and she also knew they would accept her family credit. Wishing to enter the safety of the port as soon as possible, she hurried on in the most direct route she knew.

The entrance to the port was hidden by the Revyerian customs gateways surrounding it. The Revyerian government, knowing their power was non-existent inside the port, tried to impose as much of their will as possible outside. Not that they were unjust, except possibly to the slaves, but the government wanted to ensure taxes were taxed and smuggling was kept in check. All of this scrutiny made it very difficult for slaves to get through undetected. But Sarah knew she had two things going for her. One, no slave has tried to escape in at least the last twenty years, so they won't be expecting it, and two, her family was well known, and her face, which still looked human, should get past suspicion. If only her parents hadn't started a search.

The customs gates looked like most government building built for function: dull and boring. No flashy architecture here, no rich tourists to suck dry. Walking inside the glass and metal structure, Sarah headed towards the ticket counter. The bored clerk sat reading some sort of newspaper, taking no notice of Sarah. Clearing her throat, he looked up and gave her a look of annoyance.

"Yes? What do you need?" As ticketing was handled by the government, there was no need to out smile the competition. Every one got payed the same: very little.

"Yes, I would like a ticket off planet, please."

"I know that, why else would you be here. Where to?" The clerk sneered.

"Umm..." Sarah had no idea. So focused on getting into the port, she had given no thought as to where she would got once she got there. "Is there a general purpose ticket of some kind? I mean, I want to go but I don't really have a destination in mind. Anywhere really."

"Let me guess. Some sort of 'see the universe' kick, get out while you're still young. Am I right?"

Sarah nodded.

"We get your kind all the time. All I can offer you is a general entrance ticket. It will get on any craft leaving Revyer from this port. But it won't get you a system tour. I know you kids are just itching to see everything, but you ain't doing it from here."

Sarah did her best to look disappointed,trying to hide her gleeful inner smile.

"Now how will you be paying? Cash, Credit?"

"Could you deduct it from my family's credit?"

"Your name?" the clerk asks, sounding bored again, bringing up a display.

"Sarah Goodly."

"Lets see... Goodfellers, Goodhead, Ah... here it is, Goodly. Well now it says here that your family has enough... " He types a few more keys, " and here you are. One general entrance ticket."

Sarah grabbed the ticket and started for the port entrance. Behind her a clerk took an unusual piece of intuitive and read a little more on the info-tab.

"Hey! This says there is an official search on your name. I must require you to stop and report into the local police at once You are not allowed to leave this planet!" He reaches for the emergency gate button. Sarah dives for the port threshold, pulling her legs through just as the gate clangs shut behind her. The clerk, not being that much of an over achiever and knowing that who ever this person is she's out of the planetary jurisdiction, glares at her, tries to mumble angrily, and goes back to his newspaper.

Slightly shaken from the close call, Sarah looks down at her ticket. To her dismay the ticket is now blank, except for the big words "VOID: DUE TO ON GOING POLICE INVESTIGATIONS". She was trapped. She couldn't leave, yet she couldn't go back. One foot outside that door, and she would be arrested, and then the horrible truth would come out. And she wouldn't have what little protection her family could have offered. She would be sold in a public auction. It was all over.

Wandering farther into the port, Sarah decided that the best coarse of action would be to get some rest and think it over in the morning. Finding a small bench over on a far wall, she lay down to sleep.

Morning came too early for Sarah. "It seems to becoming a pattern, " she thought groggily, trying to sit up. Not that she could tell if it was morning in the constant lighting of the port. Struggling to keep her eyes open, she began to get her bearings. She noticed that her shoes felt funny. Looking down Sarah saw her boots hanging off of what seemed like large black hooves. Her hooves. The realization of the completed change wasn't quite as shocking as she thought it would have. It just seemed inevitable and not something to stress over any longer. "In fact, " she decided, " why should I have to hide myself at all. I'm safe here. No one can touch me here."

Emboldened by the thought, Sarah removed the boots and stood for the first time on her new feet. Flinging off the hat, she shook her hair free, exposing her horns and long floppy ears. Touching her horns brought Sarah almost a sense of pride. This was her body, her very own. Why shouldn't she be proud of it? Now, faster and more confident, she removed her shirt and pants. She stood bare to the world, all of her out for anyone to see. She was Sarah Goodly, and no one could take that from her. She started walking out into the port, hooves clipping on the hard floor, nipples jutted out as if to challenge anyone who stood in her way

While trying to ignore the stares and gasps from people around her, as they were mostly from Revyer and not expecting to see a slave to walking freely in their port, Sarah's optimism began to fade. While not worried about her condition any longer, shame long past and starting to turn to anger towards others, she knew her options were limited. She had no ticket, and therefore no way off planet. At the same time she couldn't leave the port, to do so would end in slavery. And she had no real money, so food would become a problem. The shops in the port didn't accept family credit. Not that she had anymore now that people saw what she was. Out of ideas, Sarah sat down on a bench and waited for a miracle.

Some time later Sarah became aware of a presence watching her. Looking up from her own misery, Sarah saw that there was a strange girl sitting next to her. Dressed in some sort of leather outfit, that looked almost military with its diagonally cut jacket and simple, yet durable pants, she was watching Sarah will an curious look on her face. She seemed odd to Sarah, while her clothing may have looked military, the rest of her definitely did not. Wild, frizzy hair shook and exposed a brilliant mix of reds, oranges and golds with every small movement. Small in stature, the way she carried herself more than made up for it. Yet she wasn't forceful or haughty, but something else, something subtler. It reminded Sarah of how her grandmother looked, small and frail, but as if power of her age made her three times her size.

"So, are you some sort of government agent here to bring me back? I'm protected by interstellar law, and you know it! You can't touch me here. I'm not going any..." Sarah began, trying to escape from this strange, possibly military or government lackey. She began to stand up and get away as fast as possible when...

"Wait! Wait. I'm not who think I am. Please sit, I have no wish to take you anywhere. Its just so unusual to find one of your kind out, well anywhere really. What are you doing here?"

Sarah, off guard by the stranger's words, sank back into her seat.

"Um...I'm Sarah Goodly and I've run into a slight bit of trouble..." She continued to tell the stranger the entire story so far. Oddly, she felt she could trust this person, just why she did not know. "And thats how I got here, siting on this bench."

"So let me understand, you have no where to go. Can't get off planet, and can't go back, right? I may be able to help you."

"Can you get me on a ship?" Sarah asks hopefully, not caring where.

"I could. My name is Shula Blair, and I am the captain of the Doran. You say you need a escape, and as it so happens I have an opening."

"An opening?"

"As part of my crew. Now I must warn you, to be on my ship is to your part. There is no payment, and you can leave any time you like. You see we are Seekers, my crew and I. We travel to see and gather Knowledge, of all forms. I can't guarantee what will happen to you, but I can tell you that you won't be here. Will you accept my offer?"

Sarah knew that an opportunity like this would not likely come again. But to travel with this stranger to unknown places and leave her family behind? She thought about all the good times she had in her home, with her kin always around her. Then her thoughts turned to the treatment she could expect now. "My own people are the strangers now, this woman, whoever she is, at least treats me with the respect of another human being. Thats more than anyone outside this port would do.

"Yes. I'll go with you. Thank you for your kindness."

"It is not only a matter of my kindness child. You have great potential, I can see that. You deserve the opportunity to see and learn all you can. This planet is not for you."

With that the woman rose and began walking towards the far wall of the port. Sarah, still puzzling over her last words followed. When the they reached what seemed like an empty wall, the woman, this Shula, placed her hand on a set of symbols painted on its surface. As if by magic the wall retracted, opening into a large hanger. Inside Sarah could see the ship. It was a large sphere, easily twice the size of her old house. Sliver and smooth, it almost seemed as if it was wet. No visible opening or blemish could be see from the outside. It looked nothing like the classic spacecraft Sarah had every seen.

"What is it child?" Shula asked, looking at her gaping expression.

"It looks nothing like a spaceship. Where are the engines? The entrances? The windows?"

"Well now, you can't very well expect us do do nothing with all the knowledge we gain. This ship is a custom construction, build by some very good friends. I would daresay its unique. Come now."

She started walking again towards the ship. Sarah followed, curious about how they would enter. As they approached, the side of the craft seemed to shimmer and flow. An opening appeared, and bright light flooded through, obscuring the the ships contents. A ramp seemed to flow down from the ship onto the floor below.

"How..." Sarah asked, confused and somewhat frightened by this mysterious craft.

"Smart metal. The ship becomes whatever shape is needed. This is its resting state. When we leave, it will form engines and a bridge."

Entering the ship, the ramp slid up and the opening closed behind them. After her eyes adjusted to the light, Sarah stood in wonder of the interior. Sliver, just like the outside, the ship's inside was a large open cylinder. Consisting of three levels, each with its own circular walkway and set of doors, the cylinder was pierced by a central column. It seemed to be an elevator.

"Joyce! Dathers! Come on down! We've got a new member." Shula cried out towards the upper levels.

Upper doors puckered open and two figures came running out. Instead of entering the elevator, as Sarah expected, they ran right off the edge. Sarah cried out in fright, anticipating serious injury, but the floor seemed to catch their fall, bending like a trampoline under their feet, and slowly returning to normal. Smiling, the two people approached her and Shula. The first is a seductive girl who has almond-shaped eyes the color of milk chocolate. Her thick, straight, white hair is worn in a style that reminds Sarah of a cascading waterfall. She is very tall and has a curvy build. Her skin is dark. She has a fine nose and a large sensuous mouth. Her wardrobe is revealing. The other is a contemplative man with beady chocolate-colored eyes. He has fine, wavy, brown hair, worn in a style that reminds her of the petals of a flower. He has a lithe build. His skin is lightly tanned, in sharp contrast with the woman next to him. He has prominent ears and full lips. His wardrobe is professional and pressed, with a lot of green and yellow.

"Sarah, this is Joyce Havar. Joyce is our resident CCA or Connected Communications Academic. She has neural links to all of the galaxy's communication networks. Anything you need to know, Joyce can find it. Dathers is our engineer or, as he likes to call himself, Nanotechnological System Ambassador. Don't let his ego get you, he is bearable enough once you get past it."

"Now wait just one minute... Sarah is it? Well I hope you know that compared to my ego, miss high and mighty captain over here is...

"Dathers, please. I called you down here for introductions, not exaggerations."

"Exaggeration's! I..."

"There's no reason to be angry when I'm right Dathers." Shula said, throwing a smile at Dathers, giving away her lack of seriousness. "Joyce, could you show our new passenger to her room. She must be tired from her recent trip. And bring her up on how things 'really' are, it seems this planet hasn't taught her much about her universe."

As Joyce lead Sarah towards the stairs, Sarah heard Shula telling Dathers to prepare for immediate takeoff.

Joyce lead Sarah through a whirlwind of elevators and hallways that seemed to fit into nowhere. Doors opened where it did not seem possible for there to be any more room left. The ship certainly didn't look this big from the outside she thought to herself as she was lead down yet another passage.

"Ah! Here we are. I knew we had another room in storage back here. Once we get you set up we'll move it up front. "

"Up front?" Sarah asked, completely bewildered with her current surroundings. Nothing like this could be found on her planet as far as she knew.

"You know, put the address for this door in the commons area. That way you can... Oh. You have no idea what I'm talking about do you? What has this planet taught you anyway? Come with me, I'll get you set up." Whisking Sarah through the open door, they entered an empty room, with what seemed to Sarah, seamless steel gray walls.

"Well here it is: Your new home. I realize it is rather plain, but we'll change that soon enough. Just let me call up a basic bedroom set." A few seconds later the room started to shift. Blobs rose out of the gray floor formed into a bed, mirror, and a large trunk.

Sarah wandered over to the bed and sat down. Ignoring her host, she stared into the mirror, examining her transformed body. Her gaze drifting from the prominent horns to the swollen breasts and down to her new pussy and feet, tears began to form and fall from her eyes. Joyce was there almost immediately, her arm around Sarah's shoulder.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She said, with a voice as soft and gentle as that of a mother.

"Everything." Sarah cried. "Force to leave my family, forced to leave my home, and now I'm here: A strange ship and strange people. And apparently everything I know is backwards compared with the rest of the galaxy. All because of this." Sarah said, yanking out her tail.

"Your tail caused all that?"

"No! Not my tail! Can't you see this! My body, gone, replaced by this.'

"Well I don't see what is so wrong with it. I think you even look beautiful."

"You really don't know where I'm from then do you? Everyone on my planet would consider me no better than livestock... Wait did you say beautiful?"

Joyce nodded, although visibly troubled by the value placed on Sarah.

"I...I thought I was the only one who...How could you? I'm a freak, not even human anymore."

"And who says that. What makes you human isn't important. Hell, the idea of a pure human is so vague today that I doubt any 'real' humans exist. Most people have been modified in some fashion, and what about me? Half of my mind is off somewhere else. I don't think human applies to any of us anymore."

"So my body isn't revolting? You find me attractive? But you're a girl! You're not supposed to be attracted to me."

"Whats attractive is your mind, not just your body. You have a sharp one to have escaped your planet. I've just read about the conditions there. Barbaric. But make no mistake, your body is just as fine. People can be attracted to anything. There is no right or wrong answer. It like choosing your favorite color. In fact if you want to have sex right now, I wouldn't refuse."

"Sex? Now? I don't think it would be right. And besides I can't."

"Why not? I can see you want it as bad as I do." Joyce glanced at Sarah's erect nipples and the glistening sheen of moisture between her legs.

"I can't. I would infect you. This body – it's a disease."

"You mean the virus they've got swimming in your body? So? Its a standard genetic modification strain. We can reverse any affects to a previous genetic profile. I think it might be fun for a while." Joyce moved her hand down Sarah's front, massaging her copious bosom as she headed south. Sarah let out a short gasp as Joyce's hand found it way to her slit. The sensations were wonderful. Suddenly Sarah felt her hips twinge. Knowing what was going to happen , she pulled away from Joyce and tried to stand. But it was no use. Her legs had already locked and her body was forced into the mating position. Joyce, concerned, knelt in front of her and asked what was wrong.

"Joyce its the mating position. Anytime a cow gets aroused her body locks up like this to better accept the big, ... monster penis ...hmmm ...." Sarah was struck by an image of that centaurs cock. So long, so hard... Just waiting to enter her tight hole and fill her with gallons of his virile sper... "Joyce! You have to get me off. Make me orgasm!"

Joyce wasted no time moving around behind Sarah. She eyed the large pussy staring back her. So large it almost seemed impossible that it fit between Sarah's legs. Its folds were dark and moist, beads of liquid were forming and beginning to drip to the floor. Sarah's arousal was so strong that it seemed to pulse with every heart beat. Joyce leaned in closer smelling the intoxicating scent. Without hesitation she pushed her face into Sarah's cunt, opening her mouth to taste her sweet juices. Swirling her tongue around the edges of the pussy, she was rewarded with a blast of hot girl juice, which she swallowed greedily. She could hear Sarah moaning and mooing in the background, but she ignored it and grabbed her ass, pulling the cunt closer.

It was all around her face now. Her eyes, nose and mouth, all were coated by the slippery liquid coming from Sarah's hole. Fiercer now, she drove her tongue in and out of the soft warm folds. Every now and then she would get another burst of juice, which she shallowed as if it was ambrosia. Soon she noticed Sarah's moans were becoming higher in pitch and she was now actively forcing herself on to Joyce. Joyce could feel the walls of the pussy grab at her tongue. The contractions came sooner and stronger now. Joyce knew the end was coming as she pulled herself even deeper into Sarah's cunt. Then with a loud moo from Sarah her pussy released a massive orgasmic flow. Joyce was unprepared for the amount and much of it flowed down her chin and between her breasts. Pulling herself away from Joyce, Sarah turned and gasped in horror.

"You..You shallowed my...Don't you understand? You're infected and soon you be just like me. Why?"

Joyce grinned and wiped the excess juice from her mouth. "Didn't you hear me? I think you are beautiful and besides I can always go back to a previously recoded form. In the mean time I intend to have fun with the changes."

"You mean it?"

"Yeah, I mean it. In fact lets speed them up a little." With that Joyce pushed Sarah back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. Laying down across her warm, splotchy body, Joyce took one of Sarah's bloated teats into her mouth. She started sucking, savoring the rich milk that flowed down her throat. With her left hand she massaged Sarah's lower pair of boobs and her other moved down to Sarah's moist cunt. Sarah, squirming under the sensations, noticed small bumps forming on Joyce's head. Her face was growing darker in spots, adapting to the classic coloring.

Joyce could feel the changes racing through her body. She could feel her breasts growing, pushing out of her thin garment. A pressure around her butt told her that here hips were spreading out o accommodate her developing pussy. Breaking contact with Sarah, Joyce wiggled her way out of her clothing, which had the fortunate design feature of coming off quickly. One had to be prepared for such situations. As she returned to the bed Joyce could clearly see that her boobs were twice their normal size and the new ones were coming on fast. Her feet were turning into hooves and the beginnings of her tail could be felt under her larger ass.

Sarah, half curious and half aroused by Joyce's transformation, watched with hunger. While never having such feeling before, the sight of this creature in front of her was making her wet. Without thinking Sarah grabbed Joyce's changing legs and spread them, revealing her now enlarging cunt. Wide and dark, Sarah was drawn to it. She leaned forward and licked it. Joyce moaned in pleasure and pushed Sarah's head down into her crotch. Sarah responded by viciously tonguing and nibbling at her swollen mound. She flicked at Joyce's slit with her tongue until She orgasmed, releasing a torrent of girl cum onto Sarah's face. With her climax Joyce let go and they both rolled back onto the bed as Joyce continued to change.

Her breasts bubbled and pushed forth as they grew larger and fuller. Her second set were growing fast, soon equaling her original set. Her teats puffed and expanded, transforming into proper bovine milk expressors. Unable to stand it, Joyce pulled at her nipples releasing short bursts of milk. Black and white patterning spread over her body, covering all but her distended nipples and her swollen and moist cunt. Her tail continued to grow, traveling down her butt crack, between her rapidly changing legs to dangle over the bed. As her ears unfurled into their new floppy form, the transformation ended.

Joyce let out a contented sigh. "That. Was. Amazing" she said, pulling herself off the bed and tentatively on her new feet. "I don't understand why you hate this body so much. All the feelings and sensations." Joyce experimented jumping up and down to watch her four massive tits jiggle and bounce. She ran her hands over her body, felling the swells and curves of her new form. "You just feel so sexual... so female."

"I don't hate it." Sarah conceded, sitting up to watch Joyce. She felt a stirring of arousal from watching her explore her body. "In fact far from it. It think these bodies are beautiful. Its what got me into this mess in the first place. Its just... I'm a freak. No one will ever see me for anything other than a domestic slave – and a horny one at that."

"Nonsense. I don't mean to offend, but your planet is backwater. Hardly anyone else in this whole damn universe is 100% perfect homo sapien anymore, assuming you could define that anyway. Your people were just lucky they found a hospitable planet. On many other worlds people have modifications just to survive. No one will see anything you don't show to them."

"But I'm built for sex. Anyone can see it. The fact that I lock up into a mating posture paints a clear enough picture!"

"Then get rid off it."

"What?"

"Just get rid of it." Joyce moved over and sat next to Sarah. "You're not trapped this way. You can be anything you want. We can do it on board in an hour if you want. We can't put you back to your old self with out a prior genetic map, but we can reconstruct your appearance from your own memories. I have several different forms, each for a different mood. Its no big deal. Really."

"Could we do it right now?'' Sarah said eagerly.

"I don't see why not. But if you don't mind, I think I will be keeping this form for a while longer. I'm kind of enjoying it." Joyce ran a hand over her full breasts and down to her fleshy vulva, stifling a slight moan. After a moment to savor the sensations, Joyce stood, tried to look as professional as one could in her situation and motioned for Sarah to follow. "Right this way. We'll get straight to it."

Joyce walked over to a panel next to the door and after navigating a few menus, pressing a few buttons, a muttering a few curses to show who was boss – opened the door into some sort of lab.

Walking in behind Joyce, Sarah wasn't sure what to think. Just a little while ago she had entered through the same door, but from a hallway. Now it was a lab. She decided that her home world really was kind of backwards compared to this technology – what ever it was. "Joyce, how did we get here? Wasn't this just a hallway?"

"Oh, that. This ship is fluid – kind of. It creates whatever rooms we need where and when we need them. When we're not using one its stored in the ships memory and absorbed."

"Right..."

"Well, here we are." Joyce gestured at a large tube rising from the ground. With a few commands from a console it raised up. "Just get in and I'll fix you up any way you want." After Sarah entered the tube and Joyce closed it again she continued. "Now since we don't have a prior record of what you looked like we can just alter you features until you like what you see. Or we could gi..."

"Uh, Joyce... I ..."

"What is it?"

"I've been thinking. I really don't want to go back to normal. Well, what I mean is that I had always fantasized over cowgirls before ... and could you just remove certain things like the virus-thing and the mating lock?"

"Sure. Not a problem." Joyce pressed a few buttons and Sarah felt a subtle shiver rise through her body. Joyce pressed another button and the tube opened. "All done."

Sarah stood looking over her body. It didn't look different. Her breasts were still huge, her tail hung limply behind her plush ass, and her feet were still hooves. But she knew it was over – she was free. Free from her family, her planet, her body, and free to enjoy her life. Running a finger down from a turgid nipple to her crotch, Sarah knew just how to celebrate. Reaching out. Sarah wrapped her arms around Joyce's waist from behind, pulling her close. Sarah could feel the line of Joyce's tail run down her moist slit. She pulled her closer, savoring the warmth of her body, and started kissing her neck.

Joyce giggled, and pulled away. "Hold on. I know you're excited, but I need to clean the virus out of my system too. Then we 'll have as much fun as you can stand." Watching Joyce's fantastic body waltz towards the tube, Sarah decided that she could stand quite a bit.