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Helen Of Hathor

By Charlie Wolf

Sam had never liked the circus. Since he was a kid he had always found the intrusive swirl of noises and sounds to be an assault on his gentle senses. So how did he end up here, standing outside of a large, velvet, cow-print tent. The 23 year old gawked at the cardboard, life-sized, cutout, featuring the most bizarre "woman" he'd ever seen. She had blinding sapphire eyes, billowing bright blonde hair and cleavage that would send even the most pious believer running to confession. However, That wasn't what left the young man's wheat-thresher jaw slack. Where most limbs would lead into hands and feet, her skin turned to cloven hooves. A long tail with a soft tuft of hair at the end snuck around her full figure. She was elegantly adorned by two large horns and what appeared to be large cow udders peeking beneath her ruby burlesque costume. A lascivious smile illuminated her face and somehow her deep green eyes seemed to be staring right at him.

BEHOLD!

OUR NEWEST ATTRACTION!

The Shocking, The Incredible, The Repelling, The Alluring,

HELEN the Cow Woman!

In the shadow of the marquee, Sam clenched his teeth, contemplating the combination of financial need, lack of opportunity and just plain all American bad luck that led him here. There weren't many career options in a town where the most common profession was farming. Sam's own job experience was limited to working on his great uncle's dairy farm. Both of his parents had passed before Sam was 10 and the old man had taken him in without hesitation. His uncle was rich in love, but poor in everything else. When he passed he left the young man 30 acres of over leveraged farmland and enough medical debt to buy the hospital president a second yacht. Sam was about to lose the only home he had. That is until destiny came shambling up his drive in a beaten up red pickup.

It happened one morning about 3 weeks after his Uncle's funeral. Sam was having his morning coffee and trudging through his new daily ritual of agonizing over the horde of overdue bills making camp on his kitchen table. As the truck approached, Sam stepped out onto his front porch to meet the stranger. A thin gentleman wearing fifty something years and a wrinkled gray suit stepped out of the truck and moved toward Sam with a friendly smile. He positively oozed used car salesman. Sam decided he must be someone from the bank here to demand payments, or ready to hand over a notice of foreclosure. To Sam's surprise the gentleman grabbed his hand and started shaking it vigorously.

"Good morning young man! My what a strong handshake you have!" Sam had never been accused of being a wimp and years of farm work had filled out his 6'2 frame with sinewy midwestern brawn. The man continued "I've been looking for you! I heard all about that nasty business with your uncle, my deepest condolences." Sam evaluated the man suspiciously. Where was this going? "I'll cut straight to the point." the salesman of the month continued. "I know you're not in a good way financially and I think I have a solution that works out well for everyone involved." Sam gave him a weary wry smile. "I can see you're worried I have ill intentions but I assure you it's nothing of the sort my fine friend! I come only offering a job for someone with experience in manual labor and animal husbandry."

The used car salesman said he worked for the Krava Brothers Circus, a rinky-dink traveling country fair that had set up shop on the outskirts of town every summer for as long as Sam could remember. He'd gone once as a kid, and thoroughly hated the experience. Mr. Gray Suit went on. "We're in desperate need of someone with experience in farming to help take care of the animals at the petting zoo and a few other miscellaneous tasks." His emphasis on "miscellaneous" made Sam's stomach tense but the man hurried to the crux of his pitch. "In exchange for working the summer season you'll receive a very generous compensation! It will be enough to preserve your uncle's legacy on this farm and more!" In preparation for the young man's doubt, an official looking contract appeared accompanied by a check for $10,000, enough to make a healthy down payment on the debt and buy him some time with the bank. "Consider this your signing bonus if you accept our offer right now."

Sam couldn't believe this, it was too good to be true. He poured over the single page contract but it verified every word the salesman had told him, no misleading legalese or buried fine print. There was even a clause for Sam to quit at any time and still keep his bonus. This was everything he'd been praying for, and something about Mr. Gray Suit's demeanor said he knew that too. Sam took a pen from the salesman and signed his name at the bottom. The used car salesman smiled triumphantly "You won't be sorry. This will be an absolutely life changing opportunity for you!" He gave Sam a card with the address of the circus office and told him to report at "6am sharp tomorrow" before sliding back to his truck leaving Sam standing, mouth agape, the check in his hand.

His first week on the job passed without incident. It was the kind of work he'd done for most of his life, only a change of scenery. He spent mornings tending to the animals and preparing for the gates to open for the matinee performances. Mostly, he spent his time trying to figure out why they were paying him so much for something so mundane.

One night about a month and a half into Sam's residency he was called to Gus the manager's trailer. The grizzled old Carnie handed him a large styrofoam food carton and a closed gallon pail of cool water. He smiled and told Sam it was his lucky night. The staff member who usually made dinner deliveries to the performers had quit earlier that day. Sam was to deliver this food to The Alluring Helen's tent but under the pretense that he did not leer, gawk at or otherwise bother her.

Since Sam had started, the cow woman burlesque act had become one of the biggest attractions, so much so that they had started doing shows after hours, at twice the regular price. Sam had oftentimes seen hordes of drunken patrons stagger from the back of the grounds loudly raving about the show and debating the authenticity of what they had seen. "Of course they weren't real udders, how could they be?" "She wasn't really drinking her own milk out of that pail, right?" "How could someone in that much prosthetics and makeup dance that sexily?" Sam had been tempted many nights to sneak back to the cow print tent and see what the fuss was about, but always found an excuse to miss it. Tonight was different though, he didn't have a choice. As he stood in front of the red velvet curtains that made up the entrance to the cow print tent, Sam shifted his weight back and forth and kicked the ground with his boots . He didn't know what to expect inside and he'd never been great in unfamiliar situations. Sam told himself that the whole thing was an act and it was probably just some tired dancer wishing her career had taken a different path. Sam took a deep breath and crossed into the tent.

His eyes adjusted to the soft blush glow lighting the space. The inner walls of the tent were covered in red flowing curtains. A large opulent candle chandelier hung from the center apex of the tent over the seating area. SIx rows of plush wooden chairs bordered a center aisle that led up to a very large wooden stage surrounded on all sides by an iron cage that extended up to the ceiling and to the back of the tent. Inside the cage were various pieces of furniture that gave the impression of a living room in a very stylish vintage apartment. In one corner sat an antique wooden dressing table with a large vanity mirror. In the other was a large wooden wardrobe and a privacy screen covered in the same cow print design he passed through to get here. In the center rear of the platform sat an overly large red tufted velvet sofa with two floor lamps with hassled shades on either side. As Sam walked down the aisle and reached the front of the stage he noticed one last piece of furniture. Next to the couch there was a short bookcase with a small reading lamp. In the dim light of the tent he could just make out familiar titles and authors. Othello, The Count of Monte Cristo, Hamlet, Aesop's Fables, Antony and Cleopatra, Animal Farm. It looked like Helen had a love for the classics.

Sam had been so preoccupied with the bookshelf that he hadn't noticed the movement behind the privacy screen. A heavy, intoxicating, feminine voice carried from the other side of the stage.

"My aren't you handsome, and much younger than my last attendant."

Sam nearly jumped out of his skin barely keeping his grip on the food he was carrying. "JESUSCHRIST!" He choked before turning to the source of the voice. From behind the privacy curtain he saw a large feminine silhouette emerge into the soft candle light. After seeing the cutout by the entrance and the reactions of the audiences, Sam wasn't sure what to expect, maybe a burlesque dancer in cow print lingerie and cowboy hat, or maybe just a rubber cow mask and nothing else. What he didn't expect was an exact replica of the cardboard in flesh, minus the costume. Two milky white curved horns disappeared into a golden blonde mane that fell below her shoulders and framed her large, almond shaped, sea green eyes. Her nose, no, her snout extended out to a pair of plump black lips under a large set of nostrils. If not for the hair and the eyes, her face wouldn't have looked out of place in Sam's pasture. She wore a serene expression that felt familiar and warm. Sam felt oddly put at ease by the familiarity of her gaze. Her body could have belonged to a pinup model save that it was covered in black and white cowhide. Her supple neck was balanced on her broad shoulders. She had graceful muscular arms that culminated in a pair of 3 digit hands, much like hooves, but somehow softer looking with the dexterity of human fingers. His eyes lingered, definitely too long, on her voluptuous chest. Blushing pink nipples that stood erect in the cool air of the tent crowned her full, attentive breasts. Her hourglass frame led down to perhaps the most shocking part of her physique. Where her waistline should be, there were large pendulous udders the same shade of pink as her nipples. Wide generous hips gave way to strong muscular thighs that swept down equally sculpted calves and finally to a pair of large cloven hoofs. As the cow woman got closer to the edge of the cage her long tail swished back and forth behind her. Her stride was confident and tantalizing. She looked like she belonged on a runway too strange for reality. Sam could feel heat rising up in every part of his body and his mind for one glorious split second lost the ability to do anything else other than focusing on the inescapably strange vision in front of him.

Sam suddenly realized that no matter how strange the situation, he was leering at a very nude woman inside her home.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry ma'am. I didn't know you weren't dressed!" he exclaimed, quickly looking down and almost knocking himself over with the force of his own hand covering his eyes. The cow woman reached the edge of the stage directly in front of him, put both hoofed hands on her hips, cocked her to the side playfully to the side with a mischievous smirk.

"Well it's after hours and I'm inside my own home, why wouldn't I be nude? Clothes are just so uncomfortable" she breathed.

But wait, wasn't this an act? Wasn't she just in a really convincing costume? Sam uncovered his eyes and looked at the bovine beauty inside the bars. She was taller than Sam by at least a few inches and her piercing eyes felt like they reached right into the depth of his soul. Sam couldn't tell her age from looking, but from the confidence she exuded from every pore, he guessed that she was at least 15 to 20 years older than he was. Sam felt heat coming out of his collar. "A- Are y- you real?" he stammered.

The cow woman let out a mirthful chuckle and then placed one hand behind her head with the other still on her hip and arched her back into her best pinup pose.

"I'm as real as you are sweetie" the sexual undercurrent in her tone now bordered on the ridiculous. Sam's mind locked up as it tried to comprehend the incomprehensible. A million thoughts competed for limited processing power as every concept Sam had ever learned began to collapse in on themselves. How could such a woman exist in real life? Did she have some sort of medical condition? Was this some sort of science experiment gone wrong? Was she magic? Was it a curse? I wonder what her milk tastes like...

The last thought snapped Sam back. Why would he be thinking about that!? He just met this... woman. The young man tried to speak but all that came out was a confused jumble of vowels and consonants as he tried to ask every question he had in his head at the same time.

Helen was visibly enjoying watching the young circus hand flail but after a minute she relented and said,

"My name is Helen and you must be Sam. Gus said you'd be coming by. I'll make you a deal hon, you give me my dinner and then you can ask me any three questions you want"

Sam hustled to compose himself.

"Relax honey" Helen said with a chuckle, "Trust me, you're not the first person to come into this tent and lose your senses." she winked.

Was she flirting with him? The young man had always run when it came to romance. He had been cursed with conventionally attractive genetics, but the demeanor of a scholar. Girls had thrown themselves at him, but intimacy was messy and Sam had enough mess in his life. Now here he was, getting hit on by some cattle cougar who knew nothing about him, but that wasn't entirely true.

Helen had been watching the new hand for weeks through the cameras in the petting zoo tent. She'd watched him tend to each animal with a paternal nurturing love that was so unlike anything she'd seen from other men. The young circus hand didn't know it yet, but he was Helen's signing bonus for joining the Kava Brothers circus, and she planned to collect every, single, dime.

Sam, passed the water pail and food container through a slot in a door on the side of the cage. Helen took them and put them both down next to the red couch. Then, with a grace that came from a life of dancing, she sat down and theatrically opened and then crossed her legs, her udders covering what would have otherwise been a full view of her fertile pasture. She leaned back and stretched both her arms to either side on the top of the couch.

"Well", she said smiling seductively "what do you want to know about me?"

Sam's mind swam with questions but he had calmed enough to put them to words one at a time.

"Um, well, are you a woman or a cow?"

Helen chuckled at the silly question. "Why honey" she said, gesturing her hands from her succulent breasts to her generous udder, "Can't you see that I'm both, but I'm also so much more than either one..", winking again at Sam as she finished.

Was this some sort of foreplay? Was she teasing him?

"Two more questions sweetie" she said through a devious smile

"Why are you in this cage?" Sam said more composed this time. "Did you do something?"

"Not yet..." she said teasingly. "The cage is to keep the more handsy patrons out, not to keep me in."

Sam was down to his last question and after a minute of consideration asked sheepishly, "How did you, I mean, what happened, I mean why.."

"Do I look like the sexiest heifer in the hemisphere?", finished Helen.

"Uh, I mean yeah" Sam said clumsily. "I've never seen anyone like you before."

"Well" she said, her smile widening even more. "As Stefani Germannotta once said, I was born this way!"

They both broke into a riotous laughter. It was such a ridiculous answer to a ridiculous question about a ridiculous situation. Sam felt the tension break. Helen looked her young attendant up and down and considered inviting him inside, but she didn't want to take him, not just yet. Helen wanted him to stew in his own confused desire for just a little longer before she took him off the stove to taste him.

"It was very nice to meet you Sam." Helen said sweetly "I'm looking forward to working with you very much"

"Thank you mam, um... the feeling is mutual" wincing at his own cringey response. Helen enjoyed one more soft chuckle at the young man's adorable awkwardness. He was so shy and had no idea how absolutely stunning he was in every single way. She was going to have such fun with him.

"Goodnight Sam" Helen said softly, then added "And don't worry I won't tell Gus one of his carnies got a free show on the clock", winking at the young man one last time.

"Goodnight ma'am and thank you" the young hand said with a shy smile as he turned to leave.

"My friends call me Helen", said the bovine. "And I have a feeling we're going to be great friends"

Sam felt flush run down his face like sweat on a hot afternoon. He mumbled something like "Likewise ma'am" then strode out of the tent as quickly as his legs could carry him.

Once she was sure the young man was gone, Helen grabbed an empty pail from behind the couch and sat it between her legs. She bent over the bucket so that all 4 of the teats rested comfortably over the top. With one of her hoofed hands she began to sensually milk herself shooting streams of warm milk into the metal bucket. She reached the other hand beneath her udders and began to touch herself, the smell of her new young attendant still lingered in her nostrils. Helen began to moan and moo thinking about Sam's rippling muscles and his warm shy smile. He would be her's soon enough, and she'd never feel lonely again.

That night Sam dreamed he was in his dairy barn milking one of his heifers but when he looked up he realized it was Helen standing over the bucket, moaning each time Sam gently expressed her teats. Suddenly she turned and pushed him backwards off the bucket he was sitting on into the pile of hay at the back of the stall. Helen stood over Sam in a powerful, dominant stance. He could try and fight, run away, but it was no use. This stall was her domain and she was mistress of it. She knelt down and began to undo Sam's jeans. By the time she made it to his zipper, he was rock hard, and before she finished unzipping, his cock burst through the opening in his boxers and presented itself to his new mistress. Helen bit her bottom lip and turned around to present herself to Sam. Her tail stood erect at the top of her plump firm cheeks. Hellen spread her cheeks apart so he could see her tight pink anus. Below that, her labia opened up like a red calla lily after being drenched in a summer rain. Helen began to lower herself slowly onto Sam's pulsating engorged member. When her dripping outer lips touched the tip of Sam's cock he woke suddenly and orgasmed harder than he had in his entire life. He emptied what felt like an endless amount of cum into his sheets. Once he had recovered he washed off and looked at himself in the mirror. How could he possibly be attracted to this woman? What was happening to him? He had never been interested in anyone, and maybe that was it. He'd never met anyone like Helen. What was he going to do when he took her dinner again the next evening? Sam crawled back into bed and eventually his anxious thoughts melted together into a deep and dreamless sleep.

As Sam drank his coffee the next morning, still contemplating his dream from the night before, his eye was drawn to his own impressive collection of books inherited from his uncle. Helen and he both shared a love of the classics. The young man studied the shelf for a second then settled on a worn hardback. Maybe he could keep their conversation later that evening safer for work with some literature talk. The notion felt hollow, even to himself.

That night, Sam approached the red velvet entrance to Helen's domain with a tightness in his chest and tumult in his gut. His flannel shirt felt like a dam against some strong current it wasn't built to withstand. Sam took deep breaths to steady himself and crossed through the velvet into the soft red light of Helen's abode. As Sam's eyes adjusted, he saw Helen laying on the sofa in the middle of the stage reading a hardback. The reading lamp on the bookshelf next to her created a spotlight effect in the dim red light. She was as statuesque and nude as he remembered last night. All 6'5 of her shapely frame stretched across the couch, hoofed feet crossed over the armrest on one end, her head lay gently on a plush red pillow on the other. Radiant golden hair spilled over the edge of the sofa to the floor.

Sam's scent gently caressed Helens sensitive pink nostrils. She inhaled deeply and smiled.

Not thinking he'd been heard, Sam snuck quietly up the aisle to the front of the stage. He was almost to the iron bars when he heard Helen's butter milk rich voice say,

"Well well, look who it is. I'm glad I didn't run you off the job last night."

Sam blushed and gave as casual a response as he could manage.

"Not yet, ma'am I guess you'll have to just try harder next time."

Helen unconsciously bit her bottom lip and felt her face grow flush. She sat up, crossed her legs and put both her arms in her lap in a pose that looked innocent yet incredibly seductive.

"I see you're much better with your words tonight, Not still scared of me are you?" Helen batted her eyes and it was Sam's turn to bite his lip.

"I was never scared of you miss. Intrigued is a much better word, and while we're on the subject of words," Sam said, trying to shift the conversation,"May I ask what you're reading?"

"Antony and Cleopatra", Helen said wistfully "Are you familiar with Shakespeare?

"Why yes I'm a bit of a bookworm, you might say."

Of course Helen already knew. A love of fine literature was on her list of requirements for her new attendant.

"As a matter of fact," he continued "I've got a present for you."

"Oh, really?" Helen said genuinely surprised. Sam sat the food container and water bucket at the foot of the stage, reached into his jacket pocket, and produced an old hardback copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream. Helen let out a genuine squeal of joy. A favorite of hers since childhood and one of the only works of Shakespeare not already in her collection. She walked to the front of the stage and knelt down slowly on the other side of the bars from Sam. The fullness of her udder and other assets were now inches from Sam's face. He could feel the warmth of the breath against his skin. Sam's heart started to pound in his chest, but he managed to keep it together long enough to pass the copy of the Shakespeare classic through the bars to her outstretched hoofs.

"I saw your copy of Antony and Cleopatra last night and thought you could use some Greek fantasy to pair with your Egyptian tragedy," Sam said, smiling.

"And you'd be very right" said Helen, returning the smile, "but truth be told, I have kind of a big thing for Egyptian mythology"

"Huh no kidding?"

"Yes," Helen continued "You could say I have a very intimate association with it."

Sam waited for a further explanation but instead Helen said,

"I'll make you a deal." The cow woman said sweetly. "I'll tell you how I came to be the most beautiful bovine in the barnyard if you read my favorite scene from Midsummer nights dream to me."

Sam was hesitant but said,"Deal, but don't you want your dinner first?"

Helen stood up and looked down at her young attendant, her eyes scanning muscular frame before settling on the bulge in his pants. She had appetites for things far more succulent than her dinner.

"I'm not hungry just yet, but thank you." She said moving towards the door on the side of the cage. She undid the inner lock and pulled the door open, beckoning Sam inside. The young man hesitantly climbed through the doorway and followed Helen, her tail wagging seductively behind her, towards a curtained opening in the back of the tent that Sam hadn't noticed before. Despite himself, the farmhand took in every detail of her bountiful behind until it disappeared through the velvet.

Sam passed through the curtain and found himself in a plush and cozy candle lit bedroom. The red velvet walls were covered in Egyptian iconography. The smell of perfumed candles and incense overwhelmed his nostrils. Something in his body told him he had just entered a sacred space. In the center of the room, an overly large circular bed covered in plush throw pillows lay under a pink silk canopy. Seated cross legged on the center of it like one of the deities on the wall around them was Helen looking somehow more radiant than she had on the stage a second ago. He had entered her domain fully now. She gently patted a spot in front of her and beckoned Sam to sit. He obeyed and wordlessly climbed onto the bed and sat cross legged in front of the intimidatingly beautiful creature.

"Where'd you like me to start?"

Helen thought for a second and said

"Act III Scene 1"

"Ah, Titania under a love spell seduces a bewitched and transformed actor turned donkey and leads him back to her fairy lair" Sam chuckled despite himself, what an odd place to start, but he didn't argue. The young farm hand began to recite the scene in it's full iambic pentameter, reciting each line with passion.

Helen stretched out and laid on her stomach, her hoofed feet kicked up in the air behind her playfully as her large emerald eyes looked up at Sam dreamily. She hadn't been read to since she was a child and felt a sense of ease and contentment listening to Sam's comforting baritone as he finished with a flourish:

"Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.

The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;

And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Tie up my love's tongue and bring him silently."

He added an extra sensual emphasis to the last line. Helen sat up and began to clap. Sam pantomimed an overly exaggerated bow.

"Would you like me to keep going?"

Helen shook her head "No, you're an absolutely brilliant thespian, but I think that's enough of the bard for one night.", then Helen's demeanor became serious.

"So, how much do you know about Egyptian mythology?"

"A bit, but I'm no expert", the boy said.

Helen continued, "Have you heard of the goddess Hathor?"

"I think so, wasn't she the goddess of fertility and love?"

Helen smiled widely,

"That's correct! And do you know what she sometimes took the form of on this plane?"

Sam thought about it for a minute, it had been awhile since he'd brushed up on the Egyptian pantheon.

"A cow?"

"Ring a ding ding!" Helen said, clapping her hands together. "Handsome and well read, I might just keep you after all"

Sam blushed a deep crimson and was thankful the light was dim enough to cover it. Helen turned and looked towards a large tapestry in a glass frame. Hieroglyphs depicted a throng of people standing underneath a giant horned milk cow, some were brushing her sides, some were offering her food and treasures and others were drinking milk straight from her teats. Helen began to speak, her voice was far off and wistful.

"My parents were chaos magick hippie types, constantly trying to manifest this and actualize that. They had always wanted a child, but couldn't conceive. After all the medical options ran out, they started trying esoteric ones. They fell in with a cult of egyptophiles that worshiped Hathor and promised them a child. They performed a fertility ritual and offered all their sexual energy to the goddess. Their union and the blessing of the goddess produced me, but needless to say I wasn't the baby they expected.. or wanted." Helen paused for a second. A deep loneliness crossed her eyes, temporarily breaking through the outward layer of confidence she had been wearing so well. The moment passed and she continued.

"Horrified at what they had given birth to, they gave me up to the cult who promised to raise me. They saw me as a manifestation of the goddess they worshiped and had summoned me into this plane through my parent's desire for a child. I grew up in their temple, treated as both a powerful deity and a cherished jewel to be marveled and gawked at. They taught me about the mythology surrounding my birth, and helped me master my gifts."

Gifts? What did she mean? Like super powers? Was he in the presence of an actual mythological being complete with magical abilities? Sam's mind filled with questions as Helen finished her story.

"Around my 16th birthday the leader of the cult died and there was a power struggle. I had been planning on running away for a while, but the chaos couldn't have been better timed. I slipped out one night and never looked back. I've been on my own ever since."

"How did you end up here?

Helen looked at Sam with a sad smile."Because even a demigoddess has to eat."

Sam felt a wave of sympathy for the divine being in front of him. She'd been alone for so long.

"I had been taught to dance during rituals as a child, so I took the skills I had and began to make my own way in the world, dancing burlesque for any back alley club and sideshow that would have me, and not ask too many questions. I became very popular in certain circles and eventually promoters began competing over me and I started to have the leverage to ask for what I really wanted, which is how I ended up here."

And what could this dinky rural circus possibly have to offer a living breathing goddess? Sam almost asked the question, but thought better. Helen had just shown Sam a part of herself that she had never shown anyone else, and he didn't want to ruin the moment by prying too much. Instead he reached his hand towards her cheek, but she put her hand up to stop him before he could touch her.

"Not so fast, sweetie, I have one more favor to ask of you and it's a little... personal"

Sam's heart did a somersault. His breath caught in his throat in anticipation of her request. Helen got up from the bed and walked over to a cabinet in the corner. She opened one of the large doors and pulled out something Sam couldn't quite make out. When she turned around he saw that she had a metal milk pail in one hand and a pair of soft brown gloves in the other. She walked over and sat it down at the foot of the bed and threw the gloves in Sam's lap, then looked at Sam and in a voice that felt like fine silk rubbing his bare skin said,

"I need you to help me express my milk"

The young man almost passed out. Was she really asking him what he thought she was asking him? Sam stood up from the bed as Helen sat at the edge of the and positioned her teats over the top of the bucket. When Sam regained the ability to speak the best he could manage was a hesitant,

"Why me?"

Helen smiled deviously, narrowing her eyes and biting her lower lip. Relishing every syllable she cooed

"Because you're MY attendant now and I'm giving you a request. You're bound by honor to help me."

Sam stood frozen. He'd literally dreamed this the night before and now it was actually happening. He hesitantly put on the gloves and knelt down next to Helen, almost shaking. The heat from her body stoked the fiery anticipation in every nerve of his being. As gently and tenderly as he could manage, he took one of her plump pink teats between his right thumb and forefinger, squeezed gently and began to pull it gently downward. A stream of warm milk shot out into the bucket. Helen let out a long cooing moan.

"Ohhhhh that's it sweetie, with both hands please". Sam took his left hand and began to express one of her other teats. A long unmistakably sexual moan escaped her lips every time he squeezed.

Helen knew Sam had been a dairy farmer, but he was so surprisingly good at milking her. Even with the gloves on he was sensitive and gentle. The bucket began to fill with thick warm milk.

Sam's body began to respond to her moans and his pants began to tighten with growing desire. It was just like his dream. A hazy warmth began to overwhelm his mind as he continued to milk the moaning cow woman. Any thoughts of how strange his situation was began to fade. He was in a flow state, both the observer and the action itself. Sam didn't notice the little patches of brown hair that had begun to grow on his forearms where small drops of Helen's milk made contact with his bare skin. When the bucket was 3/4 of the way full She gave a big contented sigh.

"Ahhh, thank you so much sweetie you have NO idea how sore my udders gets by the end of the day. I can do it myself, but it just flows so much easier when I have assistance."

Sam was about to say something about it being his pleasure to help, but before he could open his mouth, he felt Helen's strong hoofed hands on each of his shoulders. The young man looked up into Helen's dewy green eyes, humming with anticipation.

Her sensitive nose filled with his scent, a mixture of the exertion of the day and something deeper, a growing arousal. Helen paused for a second tasting the tension in the air like the sweet incense that permeated the room. With a leering smile she breathlessly said,"Now it's my turn to milk you."

With a push from her strong arms Sam fell backwards into a pile of throw pillows near the bed. He felt an electric anticipation throughout his body for what was coming next. Helen knelt down next to Sam and began to remove each of his shoes and socks. She was careful not to touch any of his bare skin. Helen didn't want to spoil the surprise, not until there was nothing the young man could do to resist. Next she slowly undid his belt then the upper button on his jeans followed by the zipper which she undid with an almost unbearably slowness. Helen pulled down Sam's pants, swung them around above her head once and threw them behind her with a theatrical flare. She admired the thick snaking bulge in her attendant's red boxers for a moment before parting the flap on the front and letting Sam's cock burst from it's confines and into full girthy glory. Sam gasped at the sensation of his manhood coming into contact with the cool air. She gawked at Sam's nearly perfect cock. Throbbing red veins traveled up a wide muscular shaft to a fleshy pink circumcised tip. He was at least 7 1/2 inches and thick.

"Mmmmm" the mature bovine mistress cooed "Yes, I think you'll do quite nicely"

She lowered her spotted snout to Sam's penis. The warmth from her breath on his exposed phallus was nearly enough to send him over the edge. As if that wasn't enough Helen began to slowly run her long thick tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the cleft of his head. When she reached the top she took the entire length into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down and locked her bright green eyes with his deep blues. Sam began to moan and squirm involuntarily. This was the first time he'd been touched by anyone but himself. The humid wetness of her mouth, her wide soft tongue wrapping itself around his manhood each time her head moved up and down, the warm air from her large nostrils blowing against his groin, it took absolutely every ounce of will power the 23 year old virgin had not to immediately finish inside her mouth right then and there.

Beneath the omnipresent warm cloud of pleasure enveloping his consciousness Sam noticed his cock starting to feel strange, getting warmer, even harder, and lengthening. It didn't alarm him at first. This was his first time getting blown and he had no idea how it was supposed to feel other than incredibly good. He felt the tension building up inside his body edging him closer and closer to orgasm, but right at the point when Sam felt he couldn't take any more Helen stopped. With his length still in her mouth, Helen pressed her snout all the way down and planted a wet kiss on the skin around the base of his shaft. Her lips parted and her lolling tongue started massaging Sam's tesitcles sending him into near spasms. After she'd covered everything her tongue could reach in warm saliva she very slowly moved her head up the length of his cock, but as Sam watched his manhood emerge from between Helen's thick, black lips, his eyes widened. The skin on his shaft which had been the same color as the rest of him a second ago was now a deep red. When Helen's lips had reached the point where his head should've been the red shaft just kept going until it tapered to a fine point. Patchy course brown hair began to sprout from the area around his groin that Helen had kissed a second ago. His balls had begun to swell. Skin covered in brown hair began to move up Sam's shaft forming an animal-like sheath. Sam couldn't process what he was seeing. Where his normal male human genitalia had been a second ago, there now stood a fully engorged 12" bull cock.

Sam was too shocked to scream or even move. How could this be happening?

Was any of this real? Did he ever really wake from his dream last night?

Helen stood and marveled at her work. She was going to thoroughly enjoy making this quivering young virgin into her perfect breeding stud, bit by bit.

"Sam, I have something I need to tell you" looking at her shocked attendant with a dreamy half open eyed smirk.

"I haven't been entirely honest about your job here."

Her words were enough to temporarily break Sam's shock. He reached forward and gently touched the tip of his newly changed cock. A wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed Sam's mind for a second. It was so sensitive.

"Wha- what's happening to me?" he asked drunkenly.

"You're not here to manage the petting zoo or even be my attendant" Hellen said silkily. "You're here to give me something I've wanted for a very very long time." Her words flowed from her plump lips like thick honey.

"Wot's huh?" Sam said his speech became even more slurred.

"You see Sam, I've been a lot of things in my life, but the one thing I've never been and have always wanted to be is... a mommy" She let the statement hang in the air for a second before continuing, her young attendant still reeling from what she had just told him. "You're going to be my mate Sam and give me lot's and lot's of calves" She bit her lips even tighter, just thinking about being bred was making her even hornier. "But first," Helen said, looking her half naked attendant up and down, "I need to finish changing you into a proper breeding stud."

Sam's mind was hazy with arousal and a nagging sense, somewhere deep down, that this wasn't right. Did he really want this, to be Helen's mate, forever changed by her magic? When he tried for an answer, all that came back was a deepening lust for the demi goddess leering over him.

"Will it be permanent?" Sam asked, his voice timid but deep with a shaking, quivering anticipation.

"Yes" Helen cooed, "but only if you want it. I can stop right now and you'll be back to your old self in a few minutes."

She smiled to herself. It was already too late for him. Her magic had already begun to work on his mind making him more and more pliable with each passing second. The handsome young man was hers from the moment he walked into her chamber.

Sam was mute, losing his words to the sensation of his new throbbing bovine cock quivering in the open air. Taking no answer as an answer, Helen moved back and sat on the edge of the bed spreading her legs wide. She lifted her udders with both hoofed hands and presented her already glistening pink labia to Sam in all its glory. She looked at the boy through half open eyes and said

"Well if you're not going to give me an answer, the least you could do is reciprocate"

His will power finally broke. Sam stood up on shaky legs. His newly transformed long red cock and large pendulous balls waggled awkwardly as he tried to balance. He staggered to the edge of the bed and knelt down till he was face to face with her silky folds. Sam paused and drank in her bold and tantalizingly sweet scent. Every hair on his body stood on end. This was it, the point of no return. If Sam gave in now he was Helen's forever. A permanent devotee of this unearthly sensual fertility goddess. With one last deep breath of her scent, the part of Sam's mind that was still fighting his destiny faded into the tsunami wave of desire. He buried his face into her silky folds and began to lap greedily.

She tasted like the first spring dew in the fields, sweet, earthy, full of the promise of new life. His tongue explored every inch of her inner labia until it found his mark. When he found the pink hooded jewel at the summit ]he tenderly kissed it, then took it entirely into his mouth and began sucking and massaging her clitoris with the tip of his tongue.

Helen let out a long deep lowing moan and began to rock back and forth to the rhythm of Sam's tongue caressing her. Warm, tingling, tension began to spread from her quickly moistening pussy up her torso and down her legs. She moved one of her cloven hoofs to her massive upper breasts and began massaging them. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as her body began to convulse in anticipation of an earth shattering orgasm.

As the seminal fluids washed down Sam's face, his jaw and nose began to sprout brown hair and to lengthen into a snout. His tongue grew longer and thicker. He moved from her clit down to her inviting opening and stuck his new bovine tongue as far into her as he could, exploring every sweet crevice, Sam's new nose took in more subtle aspects of her complex scent. Helen was ovulating and she was ready to be mated. His mind swam with thoughts of breeding this mature beautiful bovine goddess and making calf after calf with her. She was his mistress and he was her good little breeding stud, here to pleasure her in any way she needed. He removed his tongue from her and began to make slow circles around her clit while he took two of his fingers and gently slid them into her. He curled them and began massaging her g spot. Helen arched her back and mooed in ecstasy. She let her udders flop on top of Sam's head, milk flowing out of her teats and soaking the back of his shirt. As the milk penetrated the thin fabric his shoulders began to broaden and his shirt began to rip at the seams. The tension in Helen's body finally reached its peak. Her entire body convulsed in an earth shattering, mind numbing orgasm. She squealed in pleasure as she squirted in Sam's face, her legs squeezing him and pulling him in further.

When she finally released him Sam pulled his hand and head out from underneath her udders and stood up. Helen giggled gently at her awkwardly half turned lover. Sam was confused for a second until he saw the hand that had just been inside Helen. His four fingers had fused into two soft flexible black hoof like digits as had his thumb. He marveled at his new 3 fingered hoof and took his other still human hand and felt his face. He stroked the soft brown hair that now covered his skin and touched his new snout just to make sure it was real. Helen continued to giggle mirthfully. The site of the confused half turned boy was both entertaining and warmly adorable. It was time to seal the deal and make him fully hers.

"My sweet boy," Helen cooed softly "Why don't you lay down and let me help you finish taking your new form?"

"Yes mistress" Sam said obligingly. He began walking past Helen to the back of the huge bed when suddenly she reached out and grabbed the arm of his shirt.

"But first we HAVE to get rid of this useless cloth"

She ripped the remnants of Sam's flannel button up from his muscular frame and theatrically threw them across the room.

"You won't be needing those confining clothes any longer. My herd always dresses in our full natural glory"

The young not-quite-man now stood fully nude and fully erect in front of his mistress. His legs were still mostly human, but small patches of brown hair had begun to sprout in random spots that had come into contact with Helen's various fluids. His pelvis and genitalia however had fully transformed into bullish magnificence. His chest and shoulders had widened and were also becoming covered in soft cowhide. His right arm had almost fully transformed from being covered in Helen's sweet smelling seminal juices but his left arm was untouched as of yet. His face was fully transformed but his ears and the top of his head were still stubbornly human. Helen beckoned Sam to lie down on the bed next to her.

As he lay down Helen moved swiftly to the front of the front of the bed and began seductively crawling up the mattress in-between Sam's leg. She picked up his right ankle and brought his foot to her mouth. She started moving her tongue slowly the arch of his foot and moving in between and sucking each of his toes. Sam gasped in pleasure. Her large tongue felt electric against his sole and in-between his toes. His foot grew warm and began to elongate. Toes fused together into a hard hoof and his bones popped as they assumed their new shape and position. Once his foot was fully transformed into a muscular bovine hoof, she began running her long tongue up Sam's leg while rubbing it with both her hoofs leaving no area untouched. Brown cowhide sprouted and covered his leg. When she reached his massive red phallus she slowly brought her snout up to the tip and exhaled hot breath onto it teasing Sam. Hellen then grabbed his left leg and repeated the process transforming him from sole to shaft.

With everything below his waist transformed Helen decided it was time for the main event. She brought herself up straddling Sam so his quivering red cock sat directly beneath Helen's dripping folds, and slowly lowered herself onto him letting him feel every inch in detail as it slid into her silky moist depths. She picked up her leaking udders and placed it on his stomach and took all 12" of his massive erection into her. Sam almost came immediately not being used to this kind of stimulation. Somehow he resisted, although it was really Helen calling the shots. Her magic had taken over Sam's body and he would never cum again without her permission. Helen let out another deep mooing moan as the young breeding stud filled her all the way up to her cervix. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she began to rock her hips back and forth riding him like the cowgirl she was. She ran her strong hands up his chest, hair sprouting everywhere she touched. She sat up and began milking her udders as she rode him shooting jets of warm milk into Sam's open mouth. It tasted sweet, inviting, and addicting.

Sam sat up the cow woman still grinding on top of him and began to suck Helen's bountiful breasts. Sam was surprised when the same sweet milk began expressing itself from her nipples. He drank greedily massaging each areola with his tongue and gently nibbling the tips with his teeth. Helen moaned and rocked at the pleasure of her young stud sucking her breasts while his cock filled every inch of her. She grabbed his still human left arm leaving his muscular right to support him as he sat up underneath her. Helen seductively licked and sucked on each finger eventually taking his entire hand as much of his arm as would fit into her mouth and covered it in thick saliva, when she released it it came out exactly as the other. Hoofed and covered in brown cowhide. She licked the rest of his arm until it was completely transformed. Helen then let go and pulled Sam's head tighter to her generous breasts. She licked and nibbled both of his ears until they elongated into long brown flexible bovine ears. She ran her hoofs through his thick blonde hair and began massaging the top of his head until two golden nubs began to emerge. She stroked the golden protrusions until they grew into strong glorious horns.

Helen let Sam get his fill of her milk then pushed him back against the pillows behind him to admire her work. He was gorgeous, the perfect specimen of primal bovine strength. His deep blue eyes looked longingly into her bright emerald greens with an amount of love she'd never seen from another being. He was hers forever and they both knew it. She bent down and passionately kissed her young mate for the first time. Her pillowy black lips enveloped Sam's and she pushed her long thick tongue deep into his mouth entwining her tongue with his. Sam felt Helens walls start to squeeze his cock with increasing tightness. Helen broke the kiss and arched her back in exquisite pleasure as her mind was washed away by multiple rolling orgasms. Her whole body spasmed again and again until she finally collapsed on top of her lover, her head resting just below his. After she'd recovered from the 9.0 full body earthquake, Helen sat up on the still very erect bovine beneath her. He was nearly perfect. Just one final detail. With acrobatic strength, Helen wrapped both her arms beneath her lover's back and rolled them both over so Sam was now on top.

Once he'd repositioned himself comfortably Sam began rocking against her feeling her body respond until he found the pace that gave her the most pleasure. Helen found it hard to concentrate with the strong bull on top, but didn't forget that she still needed to put the final touch on her work of art. She reached her hand up to Sam's muscular butt cheeks and gave each a teasing smack causing the bull to momentarily break rhythm as his mind was temporarily overtaken with the unexpected pleasure of being smacked on the bare ass by his mistress. Brown cowhide covered the final bald spots on his cheeks and lower back and a long brown tail with a tuft of blonde hair at the tip began to emerge from his tail bone. Helen softly tugged and massaged the growing appendage until it reached it's full length and began swishing excitedly. His transformation now complete Sam gave in fully to his new bovine instincts and began fucking Helen with primal abandon. He lifted both her legs over his shoulder and began to lick the sensitive back quarters of her hoofs while his cock continued to please his mistress. Helen let wave after tsunami wave of pleasure wash over her. Time became meaningless. Helen began to imagine their future, the calves that they'd sire together. A life of blissful motherhood, loving security, and primal pleasures with her strong young stud. The fantasy sent Helen into another cock suffocating, screaming orgasm.

Sam wasn't sure how much more he could take. The fact that he hadn't already filled his new love with gallons of seed was a miracle in and of itself. Sensing her lover's thoughts Helen directed him to dismount which he did dutifully. Helen almost came again from the sensation of her young lover's 12" cock being slowly pulled out of her sensitive enveloping folds.

When he had fully dismounted Sam stood at the foot of the bed awaiting his mistress's command. The bovine goddess rolled over and presented her ample backside to her still very erect consort. She looked back and spoke, her voice dripping with lusty heat.

"Now I want you to fuck me until you fill me with seed like the good breeding stud you are"

"Yes my mistress" He said enthusiastically and positioned himself behind the dripping wet quivering goddess. He bent down and tasted her wetness with his tongue one more time and then licked and playfully nibbled each of her beautiful plump cheeks. He licked the sensitive base of her tail and made Helen squeal with the teasing touches. Finally, he positioned himself with his cock level with Helen's dripping wetness. Then slowly, lovingly, he entered her again. Long moaning moos escaped his mistress's mouth as he slid in as far as he could. He began thrusting until they once again locked into rhythm. Their bodies became one inside a feeling of overwhelming electric pleasure.

Sam ran his tongue all the way up Helen's back and nibbled at the sensitive area where her neck met her shoulders. All the times he'd seen the breeding studs do their thing with virgin heifers on his farm and his new bovine instincts began merging in his mind. He WAS the breeding stud now. His purpose in life was to take care of and breed his mate. Helen cooed and moaned. She gave into the pleasure and, at last, broke her control of Sam's stamina. Three more strong thrusts and Sam finally came shooting buckets of thick warm seed into Helen. The feeling of her lover releasing inside her sent her over the edge again. Her walls clenched and held tight, not letting a drop of the precious seed escape. Sam's mind went totally blank, lost in the consciousness warping pleasure of the first of many many orgasms with his new mate. They stayed locked together in coital ecstasy for what felt like hours. Sam continued to empty bucket after bucket into Helen while her walls squeezed and massaged his cock. After about a minute Sam's massive balls had emptied and he had filled Helen up to the brim. Their bodies both released and collapsed from exhaustion. Sam gently pulled out his softening phallus and wrapped his strong arms around Helen and pulled her into a tight cuddle. They passionately kissed for a minute then snuggled enjoying the warm afterglow of post coital bliss. Every now and again Helen's body would involuntarily spasm in aftershocks. She could feel his seed inside her making its way towards her ovulated eggs, preparing to make their first calf. Helen let herself get lost in the warm fantasy of their future together.

Sam for the first time in his life was truly happy. His mind was fully in this moment, no sadness for the past, no anxiety for the future. He finally had a purpose. He finally had a mate.

After a while Helen spoke first, her voice heavy with contentment with a hint of sleepiness.

"Well it looks like I need to have the tailor make you a costume."

"Costume?" Sam said, confused.

"For my show of course!" his mistress said mischievously then continued, "You look more like one of your animals than a tamer now" smiling at him through half open eyelids.

He couldn't argue with the logic there.

"Well I'm not a dancer" the young stud said incredulously, "what can I possibly add to your show?"

Helen smiled devilishly at the young bull man and said with more than a hint of innuendo

"Hmmmm well I'm sure I'll come up with something."

They both chuckled and fell back into each other's arms. Whatever Helen had in store for him, his days as a circus hand and a lonely virgin were over. Their future together lay out like a golden open field ripe for grazing.

"I love you Helen, thank you for making me yours."

Helen looked up into the deep blues of her lover, the future sire of her calves.

"I love you too Sam. Thank you for giving this old cow girl the thing her heart truly desires." She placed Sam's hoofed hand against her stomach." With one last passionate kiss the two bovine lovers fell asleep in each other's arms in the first of a lifetime deep contented loving slumbers together.

Hellen and Sam's new show was an overwhelming success. During the day they'd perform comedy and acrobatic tricks for excited families, but their after hours shows were the real money makers. It was a packed house nearly every night. Helen would perform a full burlesque striptease culminating in Sam coming out in full ranch hand attire to milk her to ravenous cheers. They went even further at the secret VIP showcases. For very well paying clients, after the milking, they'd perform a full sex show recreation of their first night together with Helen ripping off Sam's clothing and fucking him to completion in front of audiences that were usually stunned into shocked, silent, arousal. Sam loved every second of it. His new form had given him the confidence to become quite the exhibitionist. The crowds always wanted more, especially as Helen's belly began to swell, making room for the growing calf inside her.

The circus kept its promise to pay off Sam's debt to the bank. And after 6 months, they had saved up enough tip money to not only buy themselves out of their contract with the circus, but to have a nice nest egg saved up that would keep them financially secure for years to come. Helen and Sam retired to his quiet dairy farm. He delivered their first daughter himself one beautifully crisp December morning. She was the best Christmas present that he'd ever received. As a couple they turned the fortunes of the farm around. They began selling more milk than they could produce. It turned out that milk produced by cattle being taken care of by an incarnated bovine fertility goddess and her loyal consort was sweeter, healthier, and, with a hint of magic, more healing than anything else out there. They gave tours to crowds that grew daily, mostly curious to see the first dairy farm ever run by the cattle themselves. Helen even began a secret side business of selling her own milk to horny couples who wanted to introduce temporary bovine transformations into their bedroom routines. It was a happy quiet life.

Early one morning the following spring Sam came out to the front porch as Helen was breastfeeding their infant anthro calf daughter in a rocking chair. The baby girl had Helen's striking green eyes, and a golden blonde coat she could've only inherited from her father. Sam sighed as he watched his young family against the spring sun rising over his fields feeling the warm sun on his hide.

"I'm dang near certain it can't get any better than this" Sam said dreamily

"Well..." Helen said "There is one thing I still need to feel truly fulfilled."

"Oh?" Sam said incredulously "And what would that be my goddess?"

Helen turned towards Sam and grabbed her unoccupied breast and said.

"A son for the other breast and four more little ones for each of my teats.

"Well!" Sam said playfully "I think I can clear my morning for such an important request from my mistress!"

Helen squealed theatrically. When Helen finished feeding their daughter she laid the drowsy infant down for a nap. The couple stood over their first born for a moment with loving pride swelling in their hearts. Then Helen led Sam up to their bedroom and through it's red curtained threshold, their excitedly swishing tails, the last thing to be seen before they too disappeared through the velvet.