I felt full of life and vigor as I sat there next to Jenna on the couch. Her mammoth belly lay between us as she reclined against the sofa arm, and me against her belly. I hummed and stroked her large dome, loving the sensations of her skin on mine, and feeling incredibly horny next to her.
I was actually a bit worried about how horny I felt. My mind seemed awash in its own eroticism. As we watched TV I wondered what it would be like to have sex with each person I saw on screen. It was almost like a game to me. One that I subconsciously played. My body seemed hard-wired for sex, every small thing bringing it to arousal, but my mind was still trying to cope with all the changes I had been through.
I continued to kiss and cuddle Jenna's form, paying more attention to her than the TV. She seemed to enjoy the contact, but she wasn't as involved in it as I was. She just rested there, calmly watching TV as if everything were natural.
On the other hand, I was barely in control of myself. My mind felt the pressure of my fluids stored off in the spirit world, begging for release. I resisted the temptation, however, knowing that I would have to change forms to fully release my milk. Otherwise I'd be spraying from my nipples as they swelled past their flood point. And if I did that, I wouldn't be able to cuddle with Jenna on the couch. I was an addict for sexual contact at the moment, so I decided to wait there with Jenna. Perhaps I would surprise Kate later my swelling up and showing her what I had done.
The phone rang, interrupting my day-dream of various sexual positions I wanted to try. Momentarily, I was able to focus on something other than sex. Jenna and I looked at each other quickly. I knew she wouldn't be able to move fast enough to answer it, as swollen as she was.
"I will answer it, my dear." I said in my husky Russian accent, rising off the couch.
I did my sexy strut over to the cordless phone, sitting on its charger base. My latex outfit squeaked and groaned as I moved in it, rubbing slightly upon itself. I felt like a dominatrix. I was going to pick up that phone and talk dirty to whoever was on the other end, it didn't matter who, and they were going to like it.
Grabbing the phone I answered it.
"Hello." I said in my breathy Russian.
"Uhh... hello. Mercury?" I heard a male voice, possibly Jason.
"Speaking." I replied. "Tell me what I can do for you, Jason."
"Whoah. Umm. I was looking for Jenna, is she around?"
"I'm afraid I have her a bit occupied at the moment. Perhaps I could send her a message for you."
"Well, I'm with Kate at the... ah... farm. I just wanted to see if we could come over. She's anxious to see you again, and truthfully, so am I." He said. "Are you feeling better?"
"Beyond reckoning, Jason." I said, playing with my accent. "I think Jenna would be most pleased if you two were to join us. She has something to show you two... as do I."
I was flirting with him, I knew, but I couldn't help myself. My body was so horny at the moment with so much pent up energy, I didn't know how act normal anymore. I even considered sleeping with him, just to experience it. After all, I had found that I was an insatiable cum-slut, and that didn't bother me. Perhaps I could allow some sexual activities with him, at least once. I had to at least know what it was like.
There was a silent pause on the other end of the line. Apparently I had caught him off-guard.
"Okay. We'll be there in an hour." He said at last.
"Better make it forty-five minutes. I don't know how long I can wait for you two."
"Oh my God... YES!" I heard him say. "We'll be there in 45, or it's free."
With that, he hung up. I set the phone back down on its charger wondering what I had just done. My body was too horny to care. I did the sexy walk over to Jenna, standing commandingly in her view of the TV.
"Jenna dear, I have some good news." I said, with my accent and a naughty look in my eye. "Kate and your son are on their way over to play with us."
She looked at me skeptically. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
My only response was to climb on top of her again on the couch, stalking up over her like a cat. I gave her a sexy growl and kissed her belly before snuggling down next to her, wrapping our limbs together as we cuddled.
Some small portion of my mind which was still sane did wonder about her question. Was I ready for this? I knew seeing Jason again meant only one thing. My body would go crazy again, like it did before, probably taking over my thoughts, driving me into a chemical induced lust. I would have sex with him, I knew. My willpower would only hold out so long even if I wanted to resist.
However, I knew the time for resistance was over. If there was a moment of doubt, it was now. If I wanted to back out, I would have to leave now. If I felt I couldn't go through with it, I would need to act now. But somehow, I wanted to try it. I reasoned that I was a girl, after all. At least, mostly. It was only natural, I guessed. Why shouldn't I have sex with him?
As I lay there with Jenna, thinking about what was to come, I wondered if all of this was normal. Were these thoughts of perversion only on par for the Tauros culture? Everything still felt so dirty to me. Looking back on all that had happened, I wondered if I was only acting as expected, or if I was on a slippery slope towards some nymphomaniac level of sexual depravity.
"Jenna, am I normal?" I asked, dropping my accent and suddenly sober again.
She looked at me quizzically. "What do you mean, dear?"
"Well, I'm not really sure if I'm normal anymore. Everything seems too confusing. A couple days ago I was living in a normal world, with normal feelings about sex and what was appropriate. Now I feel like... some sort of sexual deviant." She stroked my hair softly as I spoke. Her touch was like the comforting hand of a mother to her child.
"I know I'm an outsider discovering a new culture, and I am trying to learn your ways, but I just need to know... am I acting normal? Is everything about the Tauros always this... perverted? Or is it just me?" My eyes were filled with worry. "Is there something wrong with me?"
Jenna hugged me softly and kissed my forehead before she spoke.
"You are better than normal." She said at last. "I know you're worried because of all these feelings you're going through. I can't imagine what it must be like to have to leave everything you've ever known behind like you did, but I do know a bit of what else you're going through.
"Your body is still changing, Mercury. The majority of the changes are done, but that was only the easy part. The rest of the changes are learning to cope with the new you. Your body chemistry itself is changing. You changed sexes, after all. You can't expect yourself to feel the same way about everything any more.
"For the other young Tauros who change from male to female, the transition is particularly difficult. As their bodies adjust, they have all sorts of mood-swings and crazy feelings. Imagine having gone through puberty in only a few weeks, and that's what your body is trying to do right now. It's only 'normal' to feel a bit bewildered and insecure. It would be highly abnormal if you didn't feel that way.
"Now, mix that with the fact that you're also in heat. For the girls, this is a difficult time. And especially so for the first time she goes into season. Your body is trying to prepare for creating and carrying offspring, something which I can tell you don't want it to, but it's happening all the same. When a Tauros is in heat, there's no telling what she'll do next. Even she doesn't know.
"If you add those two complications together and mix in the fact that you came from the outside world. Your ingrained culture tells you that it's morally wrong to sleep with multiple partners, or to have sex with a total stranger, or any of the other things you've done so far that you're unsure about. For that I can honestly tell you: don't worry about it.
"Your body is built for sex. The Tauros, like it or not, are a race designed specifically for sexual pleasure, it's simply what we do. I think it only feels strange to you because you haven't been exposed to more of our culture yet. If we were at the farm, you would probably feel more natural about, simply because it's not uncommon to have casual sex with anyone you meet. We do it all the time, and we don't think twice about it. But you, coming from the outside world, are probably scared of that, since it goes against everything you've ever been told about sexually transmitted disease or moral responsibility.
"Now combine that with the fact that you're something of a mystery as well. A true hermaphrodite is something that's never happened before, so far as I've ever been told. Who knows what might be happening because of that. Perhaps that's why your body reacted so quickly to the change, sending you into season so early. Additionally, if you are from another tribe, your development might occur at a different rate, or in a different fashion, than what we're used to.
"Changing sex, changing culture, changing bodies, defying nature, and leaving behind everything you've ever known? Taking all that into account? Yeah. I'd say you're doing pretty well so far." She smiled and kissed me again on the forehead. I suddenly felt much better about everything.
"Come on." She said, attempting to rise. "Let's go get dressed in something more traditional." I hopped off her, standing near the couch and assisting her to her feet. Her giant belly still looked comical on her. Like she was a cartoon character that swallowed a huge ball of some sort. It jiggled and shook beautifully as she moved, slowly lumbering upstairs in front of me. I paced her to make sure she wouldn't fall.
Back in her bedroom, Jenna helped me pick out a nice outfit from my new clothes. She suggested the oriental formal dress that I had gotten, and I agreed with her recommendation. I put on the long, silky-red dress, admiring the way it hugged my curves. It was rather constrictive around my legs, only being slit on the one side up to mid-thigh, but I didn't plan to be jogging in it. It had a gold oriental dragon embroidered into it which wound around my body from back to front. The dress was sleeveless, but had a collar to it which fastened from the side, asymmetrically. I thought it was ravishing.
Jenna helped me put my hair into what she called and 'up-do', which basically meant all my hair was wound up on the back of my head in a very pretty fashion. With a couple of chop-sticks that she threw in my hair for good measure, my outfit was complete.
The woman I saw in the mirror was gorgeous. Her pure bronze skin shone like gold in the soft light, in stark contrast to both the spiraling white tresses of loose hair which hung down around her face and the brilliant, slippery-looking dress which clung to her outrageous figure. Her violet eyes seemed to shine with a light of their own, possessing a color far more vivid than was natural. My only complaint was that her dress seemed ill-suited to hold such a prodigious bosom, as it was strained a bit to contain her H-cup breasts.
"Thank you, Jenna." I smiled and looked back at the small woman, sitting cutely on the bed with her big belly in her lap. Her soft Asian features held a look of approval as she smiled back.
I helped Jenna pick out an outfit as well. Our options were somewhat limited due to her increased size at the moment, but thankfully, being a clothing designer, she had an absolutely monumental closet which still contained some of her maternity wear.
There was a simple day dress in the back made with a patterned brown and gold fabric that I picked out for her. It hugged her shoulders and upper torso snugly, but underneath her breasts it draped loosely, billowing out to cover her belly yet hugging her hips at the sides. I didn't think there was an outfit in existence that she wouldn't still look cute in.
Just as we finished getting her dressed, we heard the door to the garage open and our guests arrive. I slipped on my flat-soled black shoes and smiled at Jenna quickly before heading out of the bedroom.
"Hello! We're here!" Jason called from the kitchen.
"Good evening." I said seductively in my accent. I did my very best sexy walk across the living room, staring at them with my bedroom eyes. They watched me as I approached.
Jason indeed looked handsome. I could see now the Asian slant to his eyes, like his mother. His dark hair was styled and his squinty eyes looked cool and collected. He was wearing a long-sleeve blue-silk shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows over a white undershirt. His black dress pants looked sharp.
Kate stood next to him. She was an angel. Her bright crimson hair fell down around her slightly freckled face like a fiery lion's mane. Her bright blue eyes seemed to glow by themselves, showing a color that bordered on the unnatural. She stood with her hands folded gently in front of her, over the light-green, strapless dress she wore. It draped down to her knees. Just below the uneven, wispy hem were a pair of brown leather stiletto-heel boots. God she was hot.
I strode up to her, eager to touch her again.
"There's my girl." She said, embracing me around the waist and planting her ruby lips on mine in a deep kiss. We worked our mouths together for many moments. Her scent was heaven itself. Like the heady smell of lilac, I inhaled deeply of her fragrance. I touched the sides of her face as we kissed, eager for her touch. I felt her hands tracing the curve of my ass. Finally we broke apart.
I turned to Jason who, I was sure, was feeling a bit left out. Leaning in close to his chest I inhaled deeply, raising my face to his as I smelled him, like an animal checking out a prospective mate... or a meal. His scent was like pepper-spray, causing an allergic reaction in my blood. Instantly my body felt ready to go, but somehow I wasn't out of control as I had been before. I think it may have been the feeling of my milk and cud in my mind, soothing me as much as it reminded me for release. Much to his credit, he stood his ground, not intimidated by my display.
"Hello, Jason." I said in my Russian.
"Good evening, Mercury." He said back in a clearly sexual tone, a devious smirk on his face. "Well, if I may say so, you are ten pounds of beautiful in a five pound bag." He smiled widely and I couldn't help but laugh at his joke. "So... do you girls want to play now, or could I interest you in dinner first?"
"Oh, a date!" I heard Jenna say from across the room as she waddled over to us. "You should go out to dinner with him, Mercury. I think that would be nice."
We watched as she made her way over to us slowly, carrying her rotund belly before her. Jason's and Kate's faces were ones of total shock as they looked upon her rounded form.
"What in the world happened to you, Jenna?!" Kate asked, touching Jenna's girth disbelievingly.
"Oh, nothing I didn't fully enjoy." She said with a smile, patting the top of her belly with her small hands. "It seems Mercury here has a few talents we didn't know about. She gave me this gift earlier today... and I feel wonderful."
"Wow, you look so cute like that!" Kate said, hugging her lightly. "What did you do to her?" She asked me.
"I'm not really sure. We were... umm... having sex, and I finished inside her. During all this she was drinking from me and the next thing I knew she was all filled up like that. I was a bit worried for her safety, but she seems to be feeling okay." I shrugged, not truly knowing what happened. "Do you think she'll be okay to go out in public like that?"
"Oh, you two go ahead." Jenna said. "Kate can keep me company here while we catch up. Go have fun."
I looked at Jason who had a strange expression on his face. I shrugged and smiled at him. He seemed to relax, knowing that his mom was okay, finally smiling back and leading me out into the garage.
I hadn't been in there before, but I also hadn't fully realized the size of it when I first saw the house. It must have been four stalls wide, parked 2 deep. I saw all manner of expensive looking rides. A Durango, a BMW, a Porsche, and several other things I couldn't identify.
He lead me over to one of the back cars. Hopping into the driver's side of a tiny little sporty two seater, he pressed a button, opening the overhead door behind us. The night sky greeted me as well as the chirping of crickets off in the distance The tiny, red road-rocket looked impressive. It was like nothing I had seen before. I wanted one instantly.
"What in the world is this thing?" I asked, climbing into the passenger seat, an expression of awe on my face. It had a spartan design on the interior. Most of it was pop-riveted aluminum and foam-covered support beams, barely any semblance of a true car interior. Even the bucket seats and 5-point harnesses made me feel like I was climbing into a Formula-1 rather than a passenger car.
"It's an Elise, baby. Lotus." He said with a smile, firing up the engine with a push-button start. The engine sounded like a finely-tuned, high-strung piece of Japanese metal. All turbo and high-rpm scream. A rice-burner.
"I promise I'll be gentle." He said with a wink.
We were completely side-ways as we left the end of the driveway, the rear tires cooking off behind us, a plume of white smoke hanging in the night air above the asphalt. I was no stranger to high-speeds. I had driven some fast cars before, in ways I'm sure wouldn't have been legal. But not being in control of a vehicle doing those sorts of things was another story altogether.
My knuckles were white as I gripped the door and the edge of the seat. Jason, to his credit, was a fine driver. I could tell he had been to school for it. By the time we had made it back to the city, he was behaving again, obviously just having to put on a show for me.
We eventually pulled up to an upscale restaurant, the kind you usually need reservations for. He stopped in front of the covered entrance and hopped out, coming around to my door and letting me out. I felt rather silly with him doing all that for me, almost like I was a dainty girl or something. I figured I had an image to uphold so I didn't argue. Traversing up the red carpet into the restaurant, he handed the keys to a valet just as a doorman in a formal outfit led us inside. Another, older man met us inside dressed in a formal tuxedo.
"Ah, Mr. McDermott. Two this evening?" He asked.
"Yes, Riley." Jason replied.
"Right this way."
I was definitely impressed. Not only did he have the cash to take me to some expensive dining, but he had been here enough to command that kind of response from the staff. Apparently everyone from the farm was loaded. I was feeling even luckier than ever to have found them.
The meal was very good, but not entirely filling. Perhaps simply because I was a cow, after all, and, unless it was 50 pounds of food, nothing would ever be filling again. I was able to get some information from Jason on his job and a little bit about the farm, but being a secret organization, there was a lot we couldn't talk about in public. So instead we talked about what we wanted out of life. I could tell Jason was a bit disappointed when my focus turned to Kate, but she was truly everything I could ever want.
We left the restaurant and headed down to the river-walk, a secluded board-walk section next to the water. Taking a seat on one of the benches near the water, we talked a bit more.
"So who are the Matriarchs?" I asked. Now that we were a bit more in private, I hoped to get a bit more information on the sorority and how they operated.
"Oh, they're the... ahh... rulers, I guess you could say, of the farm and the sorority." Jason responded. He was very gentlemanly, keeping his distance on the bench and not putting any moves on me. "They're the oldest of us. Some are over 500 years old, and one is even over a thousand. They make all the decisions for the herd concerning the society. The business aspect of things is usually run by the kinfolk, so they keep the finances in order."
The air smelled a bit foul as we sat there, the river being a bit polluted, but I didn't want to spoil the moment. Besides, I was sure Jason couldn't smell it, so I didn't say anything to ruin the mood.
"Do you think there's any way to approach them about me, and maybe introduce me into the sorority?" I asked, wondering how we could 'announce' my existence.
"Well, Kate and I were talking about that a bit. It's very rare, but there have been outsiders, non-kinfolk, who have joined the herd. These are usually for mating reasons." He leaned back on the bench, gazing out at the dark river. The street lights glinted off the moving surface of the dark water.
"For genetic reasons, the female Tauros are encouraged to become impregnated by men from outside the farm. One night stands are easy for them, since most of them are so beautiful; and a pregnant Tauros leaves fewer loose ends to tie up than a human pregnant from a bull Tauros. That's why most bulls take kinfolk mates, but genetics can be an issue there. There have been a few, rare human female mates, chosen by the bulls, who were inducted into the sorority. It's a bit more difficult to work out the details though. Basically a new identity is crafted for the woman with the help of various legal services, and, although she takes a vow of secrecy, she's never fully trusted by the elders."
I smelled another whiff of something rotten, and my nose crinkled in response. Suddenly, having a keen sense of smell wasn't working out as great as it first sounded.
"The idea that Kate suggested to me was for you... to become pregnant." He said, cocking an eyebrow at me. I could tell he was choosing his words carefully. "By me if you want."
I was a bit shocked. I really didn't want to take that route. I was perfectly happy spending the rest of my life without children, but fate, it seemed, wanted me to conceive at every angle.
"I guess the other choice is to maybe... impregnate Kate or even my mom if you want. But like I said, the male outsider bond isn't given as much leeway as a female outsider. If either of them got pregnant, the elders might not let you in." Jason fell quiet for a moment, letting me take it all in.
"I was actually hoping you would decide to do both. That would probably be your best bet for finding a way in. Of course, with you being a Tauros yourself, that might take special precedence anyway. We just thought, to make sure, your best bet would be to breed your way in."
I gazed out at the river again, digesting his words. I guess I could do it. I guess I could try and get pregnant. I wasn't sure if it was even possible, with my special hermaphrodite condition, but I could try. For all we knew, I could have been a Metis, which as I understood were completely infertile. So perhaps this avenue wasn't even open to me anyway, but it seemed worth a shot.
Again I caught an overpowering whiff of the river water. I never realized just how much it truly reeked. Looking around for the source of the smell, I saw a figure standing down by the railing near the water. It was hard to see details in the gloom, but he was hooded and wearing a long jacket, maybe a trench-coat of some type, and apparently watching us.
"We're not alone anymore." I said to Jason quietly, gesturing over my shoulder to the person.
"Perhaps we should be getting back any way." He said, standing up to leave.
I stood up to follow him and felt a swoosh of air. Suddenly the hooded figure was standing between us, grabbing Jason by the throat. Before I could even react, I felt a heavy impact in my chest and a sudden sensation of weightlessness as I was hurled through the air like a rag doll. I felt myself smash into a brick and stonework embankment. The bricks cracked behind me as I hit the wall and an explosion of pain raced through my body. I slumped to the ground teetering on the brink of consciousness. My breath was knocked from me entirely.
I gazed up at our attacker and saw him holding Jason's body by the neck in one hand as he struggled feebly. His face was pressed to the other side of Jason's throat and I saw dark stains spilling down the back of his shirt: blood. The stink of the man was overpowering, like hot garbage.
My dress was torn down one side and my hair had pulled loose, the chopsticks having fallen out. I struggled to stand and come to his aid, but my back felt weird and my legs wouldn't respond.
The man saw me struggling and turned to look at me, dropping Jason's body to the pavement in a heap. He stalked over to me in powerful strides before seizing me by the throat and hoisting me to eye level. He was massively tall, perhaps 7 feet, and super-humanly strong. The smell of him up close was worse than anything I had smelled before.
"I smell your blood..." He said with a growl, his fetid breath was hot on my face and his mouth was slathered in Jason's blood. I saw bloody fangs in his mouth. "What are you?"
I struggled to speak with in his tight grip. "What the fuck are you!?"
Without another word he bit into my neck, pressing his fangs into my flesh. My scream was stifled by his grip on my throat. Instantly I felt my strength ebbing away. I needed a weapon, anything. He was even stronger than I was, even with my special gifts. I saw one of the chopsticks laying on the ground, well beyond my reach.
I felt my mind slipping away as he drank my blood. If only I could reach the small chopstick, perhaps I could stab him with it, maybe in the eye, some place it would do the most damage. On the verge of consciousness I called out to it, barely aware of what I was doing. Suddenly I found it was in my hand. A small bit of wood, sharpened like a pencil but a bit longer. Rage suddenly fueled my actions, as second wind of adrenaline kicked in. I crushed the small dagger into him, spearing into his back and forcing it in with both hands.
He suddenly howled in pain and dropped me. My legs found their way under me, apparently healed, and I landed on my feet. He spun and clawed at his back, attempting to reach the small spike.
Rage flooded through my mind like never before. I was going to tear this asshole in half with my bare hands. I took a few steps towards him and kicked him hard in the stomach, like a S.W.A.T. officer kicking in a door. He flew backwards a dozen feet through the air, smashing into another brick wall. His back slammed against the wall, fracturing the masonry, and I saw something pierce out the front of him: the chopstick, coated in black fluid.
Suddenly his body went limp and his expression blank before he collapsed to the ground in a heap. I wasn't sure if it was a ruse so I pounced on top of him, grabbing the back of his head and slamming his face into the cement again and again. I felt his face cave in on the third blow and I finally backed off.
Then I remembered Jason. Turning back to his fallen form, I found him awake, but just barely. His throat was torn open and he was gasping for air like a fish out of water. I didn't know what to do. He reached a trembling hand up to me, grabbing at one of my boobs. Suddenly I remembered. Drink from me and live forever.
In a panic, I focused on my milk, releasing a bit of it to flood back into my body. It responded, swelling up my breasts as the rest of my dress tore open. I all but shoved my nipple in his mouth, praying to God for it to work. Weakly, I felt him suckling from me.
I watched as the milk he drank spilled out of his torn throat, mixing with the blood. But even as it did, the wound closed before my very eyes. In just a few moments, his suckling became stronger as his body healed and his strength returned. Within minutes, he was standing again.
Both of us were soaked in blood, and I was practically naked, but we were alive.
"What the hell was that thing?!" I asked, already guessing the answer, but wanting to know for sure. I concentrated on hiding my milk again, just in case anyone should happen to see us.
"A vampire." Jason said, wiping a bit of his blood off his neck with his sleeve. "What did you do to it?"
"I don't really know. I just stabbed it with one of the chopsticks from my hair and kicked him into a wall. Then he fell over. I made sure he was dead though."
"He's not dead." Jason said walking over to fallen form. "He's in torpor."
"What? What does that mean?" I asked, looking at the broken form in front of us.
"When you stake a vampire, he falls into torpor. Almost like being knocked out. But if you pull out the stake again, he'll come back to life." Jason inspected the body. "Jesus, Mercury, I can't believe you hit his heart with that thing."
"So how do we kill him for certain then?" I asked, ready to do whatever it took. The adrenaline of the fight was still going and my hands were still shaking with rage.
"We need to cut off his head." Jason said suddenly. "Help me find something to..."
I wasn't listening anymore. Instead I was forcing my body into Minos form and raising my foot.
"HrrrRRAA!" I grunted as I brought my hoof crashing down on the vampire's head. It exploded under my giant hoof like a melon tossed off a balcony, before my momentum carried my foot through even the cement underneath, cracking it in a spiderweb of fractures.
The vampire's body disintegrated into a cloud of smoldering ash before dispersing and disappearing altogether. I pulled my hoof back out of the hole and shifted back into Homid, gathering up my torn dress.
"Fucker." I spat, turning from where the body used to be to regard Jason. I tossed the tattered remains of my dress back on as best I could.
He was staring at me wide-eyed. "Well, that works too." He grabbed my hand and led me towards an ally. "Come on, we need to get the fuck out of here."