The Flight of Io
AN: I'm an 18 yr old Anthro cow (f). This is my first true Yiff story and only my 2nd sex scene--1st hetero one. This is an adaptation of the legend of Zeus and Io, and I'm not claiming that all of it is true-to-color from the textbook. All Anthro stuff is implied but I do consider this Anthro. I'd love someone to correct me if I got any bits wrong--Y'know, if tab A wasn't supposed to go into tab err...Z. And please, Ladies and furs, no Veal jokes; we're all gentle furries here.
The Flight of Io
By TheCalf_Io
''Come forth into the light of things
Let nature be your teacher.''
~ William Wordsworth 1770-1850
A clearing comes into view. At first the only sound to be heard is the waterfall spilling into the pool but upon closer inspection a low humming is heard. A white figure can be seen under the water, bathing. Honey-blonde hair turned brown is plastered down the figures back. From an angle curves can be seen showing it to be a female. The human, Io. Young, not yet twenty, lithe and unblemished. Oblivious, Io's hands wander her body, washing away the grime from the day. Though she is turned to the side her breasts can be seen, puckered, and the water flows down long tapered legs. A soft tuneless melody comes from her mouth.
A sound heard through the water.
She stops, listening... ''Hello?'' This watering hold is where Io spends her days and it has been a long time since she's been interrupted here, not since she was a child. Still, though naked and unprotected, Io has yet to be afraid. It has been many years since there has been any kind of danger in the valley, and more than likely the sound was nothing more than a stray squirrel. About to turn away, Io is stopped again, this time by a voice, distinct, carried on the wind.
''Io...''
Confused, Io steps out of the water, but makes no move to yet pick up her clothes. It is not unheard of for mischievous spirits to play pranks on unsuspecting girls, or for people to hear things not quite of the world. Looking around, there is nothing else in the shaded glade, or any sign that anyone ever had been here other than the soft marks her feet had left in the sand. Now standing in the pool, out of the falls, Io is oblivious to how exposed she is, dripping still from the spray.
Then, from behind her. ''Io.''
The human spins. The waterfall, where it had once been is now gone, though the noise is still there. Io is faced now with the image of an ethereal woman, swathed in a long flowing lavender gown. Chestnut curls fall the goddess' back, and by her image, her very presence, this is obviously a goddess.
''My Lady.'' Io kneels at the goddess' feet, though the water now pools at her thighs. The image, crazily, is reminiscent of some sort of deranged baptism. Or a sex rite. Before the human stands Juno, the wife of Zeus.
''Io, you are in danger.'' Juno approaches the girl, placing her hand on the blonde head. ''I would hate...to see such a child as you...wounded. And yet...I wonder if one such as you is strong enough to face this difficulty before you...''
Io trembles at the presence, cowed. ''I...I do as you command, my lady.'' Though Io's voice trembles and her limbs are frozen, Io's mind flits from one though to the next madly. Absentmindedly, Io wonders if it is the Goddess' presence or her conscious will that forces her body to remain so stiff, though the thought is cast away immediately as blasphemous.
Unseen by the girl, the Goddess narrows her eyes at the sight of the water trickling down her body, her lip curling in disgust. The Goddess Juno was well known for her jealousy and her quick temper, and as the Goddess of Hearth and Home. Io remains bowed before Juno. ''Of course...'' If the tone of the Goddess' voice had turned icy then the human doesn't notice. ''My child...'' The voice turns soothing, coaxing. Juno's hand cups Io's cheek, raising her face. Io's eyes seem dazed, hypnotized by Juno's voice, not entirely of her own volition. ''I have a gift for you...a way to protect the...Virtue...which you hold so dear...''
In the blink of an eye it is not a girl that stands before the goddess but a flawless white calf, nearly full-grown. Soft ears are poised on top of a bovine head. Large, alarmed brown eyes met the goddess and the calf shuffled, confused, a low whine coming from deep in her throat. Her nose flared, agitated.
''Poor, confused child...Do not fear...I will not allow any harm to come to you. In time I will return to you your form...But for now, sweet child...Stealth is best...Do not return to this glade, Io. Even my protection...has limits.'' The last was said with a touch of foreboding. Juno's form turned smoky as she seemed to fade but her voice was sharp, harsh as whip. ''Go...!''
Alarmed, Io ran, not knowing why she fear or when she became capable of moving. Through the woods, the trees- the brambles cutting into her legs. Four legs bolted until they burned. Juno's voice, terrible and lovely, rang in her ears, rang like thunder, and the voice seemed to surge behind her, building, driving her on.
Then, finally, Io came to a rest. A clearing stood before her, green and bright, and more than anything, unfamiliar. Distraught, upset at herself and the situation, Io came to a stop in the middle of the clearing and laid down on her side, legs folding under her. Her breath came in ragged pants as her thoughts spun rampant.
What danger was it that had summoned the Queen of the gods to her? For what reason was Io so special? And now, here she found herself, no longer Io but something less, a beast, a cow; a common farm animal! Exhausted, miserable, Io lowered her head, lowing deep in her throat. Shame ran through her at the very thought of this new form, this fresh humiliation, and she closed her eyes to block it all out, fighting tears.
The Day grew dim and the Moon soon flew high. It wasn't until deep into the night Io stirred once again. Blearily the sloe eyes opened, for a moment her predicament lost to her. High above her a pale crescent floated and for just a moment Io felt her heart soar to remember what she had once been, her minds eye picturing the form she had once had.
Gods, as a rule were to be feared, but she had never met a single person who could say they trusted them, but then again, how many people could truly say they had met the gods? It was so easy to think back and see all those times, the half heard bits of gossip the stories over a fire of Gods and Demons and Heroes abroad. All of these great and wondrous things, so magnificent...in comparison to a cow.
She almost missed the sound of crunching leaves somewhere in the grass.
''Pretty Calf...'' A biting, taunting voice. A voice that sent chills through her spine form some part of her she didn't know before. The part of Io that was now animal shrieked at her to flee.
Alarmed, Io stood on weak legs, wobbling like a newborn. Where before, in the midst of her terror four leg seemed to move on their own, now after her rest they didn't want to cooperate with her weary mind.
''Are you lost...little one? ...Are you...Scared...?'' The last said in a snarl that made her flinch. Io couldn't help but remember the sound of Juno's voice, hearing that same predatory tone; the halting syllables...but this was different. Whatever this thing wanted, she had the impression it wasn't nearly as harmless as changing her into a calf. This was hunger...and it scared her.
Skittish, Io backed away from the voice. Mocking laughter filtered through the glade. Wide frightened eyes vainly searched the moon-kissed grasses for the source of the awful noise. The laughter, it seemed to surround her...and that voice...
''You should have stayed with our herd...Stayed close to mother...''
''I--I don't have a herd!'' Gathering her courage, Io stood straighter. ''Who are you?'' At the response, the answering laughter, Io had to fight the growing urge to shrink back. Right then it didn't matter that she wasn't a cow or that she wasn't just another farm animal, at that moment, she was prey.
''We?'' A dry laugh, no--several. ''Oh, we are Pack, little Calf...and you? ...You are not...'' A trace of foreboding, Io could feel the muscles in her legs coiling, felt the rush of adrenaline flood her veins, deafening.
And then...a bark, and Io suddenly felt teeth close around her leg. Gasping in pain, Io kicked out with her hind leg and she was rewarded- she both felt and heard her hoof hit the wolf.
And another voice, closer to her now; ''Pretty Calf...Tasty Calf...''
Before the wolves could circle any closer Io reared up, kicking out. She tore from the clearing, not knowing which was she was going, bit hearing the wolves, their hunger close behind her.
''Does the Pretty Calf not want to play...!'' and that insane laughter...
The branches seemed to reach out to her, grasping, hurting, clinging, and a wild terror took hold of her. Yellow ravenous eyes seemed to stare at her from all sides and she cried out. But they were close, so close, they were too close and she had to get away...
''Come to us...little one.'' And if the voices were farther away then Io didn't notice, so caught up in her fear was she. Beyond the brambles, which cut deeper and scarred, the trees and the long-grassed glade, beyond the moon-kissed grass and the floating crescent.
Until finally, finally her hooves hit soft sand and Io collapsed gratefully.
Though wholly unaware of where she was, the soft water sounds soothed hr frazzled nerves. The calming small of cloves and fresh water wafted from somewhere around her. It was in a daze that Io stared down into the pool, meeting her own reflection. Soothed, still floating on her own exhaustion, there was no comprehension in her eyes to say she realized what this place was.
A white, angular face stared back at her, full of subtle curves, large brown eyes, two soft ears, and a creamy snout. The water rippled in front of her, disturbed, but she stood transfixed by the image she made.
Not human, not smooth or hairless, no red lips--but still she saw herself--still supple, still milky white; a calf.
Yet another ripple, and this time she looked up. She was in the glade- she'd not been supposed to come here...but the water, the water she'd always bathed in, it smelled so sweet now, and she was so tired...
Io stepped into the water, savoring the cool feel. After running so long it felt so good; and really, what could possibly be dangerous here? She'd bathed here a thousand times- and surely, surely no one could recognize her as a calf!
Leaning down, the water tasted sweeter than she'd remembered, and she realized that she hadn't eaten since that morning. Her legs, torn twice over from the brambles, complained at the fresh exposure, the cold only burning for a moment.
''She didn't change anything.''
Io startled, where a moment ago she'd been alone, now there stood a bull - black, even blacker than the night that the glade blocked out. He was large, imposing, his horns wide and his held proudly high.
Io shuffled uneasily- no one else had ever come here, no like this. ''Wh-who...?''
He didn't bother to answer the unfinished question but moved toward her.
Io backed away. ''What are you doing here?'' The bull, large and taking up most of her vision seemed to block all hope of leaving, and even then--where would she go besides here?
''You're safe. The wolves can't enter this glade.''
Io watched, weirdly fascinated. The bull- and truly, that was all she could think of to describe him, didn't act like an animal, he moved too smoothly, was too casual. Something made her uneasy but she couldn't yet point it out.
She could have sworn he smiled at her then. ''Don't be afraid.'' And he leaned down, while she was transfixed and licked at her leg, where the wolf had bitten.
''What happened to the wolves?'' It nagged at her like an itch, something not right- something off--odd.
''I won't allow them here.'' His eyes met hers and she wore--she swore she heard it, his voice, thick and rich, like on the wind--'only we belong here...only mine...'
And there it was, the feeling, that instinct to run- to flee, to fly- to be anywhere but here. ''I...have to
go...'' And she backed away.
Something in those eyes...not right...
He took a step forward, eyes darkening.
Io turned and ran--too late.
Her legs nearly buckled from the weight of the bull on her. Terror ate at her insides and she thrashed about, though he refused to allow himself to be unseated. ''No! Nn! Ah...!'' she cried out, desperately, terrified, bucking, trying to get the bull off her. The bull was breathing hard but his legs kept hold of her flanks, saliva spilling from his mouth.
And then she felt it, huge and hot and demanding--and she fought it. Io tried to close her legs, to wriggle away, but his legs pinned her in place, half kneeling. For a split second all Io could hear was the harsh sound of the bull breathing and then he lunged.
Speared, impaled, she was forced open and held there. It hurt, she could feel something, was it her blood? Rushing out of her, and breathed in sharply. So...Too much, and he wasn't even all the way there yet. ''Please...'' but it came out weak. She was begging and she didn't know which it was for.
He was moving in some kind of rhythm but she was too far-gone to understand it. Weakly she tired again to pull away but it felt like he'd locked himself inside of her, and something...Oh gods, something was building up so deep inside.
She felt his balls, thick and heavy brush insistently past her thighs as she tied to push away, and she felt him thrusting vainly, trying to fit the rest of himself inside her. He was half inside half out and already she felt obscenely spread. It was impossible; he wasn't going to fit.
''Mmmf...Oh yes...Deeper, little Calf...'' She choked back a sob. ''Deeper...'' And then more forceful still, slowly that huge spear of beef plundered her deeper, and she found herself less and less able to struggle. ''So sweet...''
As the next inch brutally sunk in Io whimpered, feeling some part of her give in and a sharp spark of pleasure swam through her. It was pressing--so tight, god so big! --Against something inside.
''Uhhnnn...'' The gravelly voice now turned animalistic.
That mighty pole seemed for a moment give in to her cries and withdraw and Io took a sobbing breath in brief relief, but then like a battering ram the bull came crashing down on hr again and she shook, crying, her legs shaking from the power as she felt the rest of that giant cock sink inside.
''Ghhhh...'' the bull was inarticulate now, pulling out his meat and then plowing it back, he was sweating, pounding harshly. Sharp teeth bit into her shoulder, the water and the sweat mixing and making her coat feel hot.
And it was so hot...she must have been suffocating from under all the weight and she thought that when he was finally finished they'd surely be plastered together, him stuck inside her...At the thought she turned desperate but didn't know how to stop. Gods, it didn't end...! The thick shaft was driving deeper into her cunt and the more it pushed the more frenzied she became, she was spouting nonsense, crying, lowing, pleading for a cease.
Something seemed to harden and she felt the bite get deeper, felt blood leave a trail down her neck. With one final gods-loving thrust the bull drove deeper inside, far deeper than before and started spouting. Semen poured out of her, into her, filling her up and forcing more out. His hips were spasming rhythmically forcing his balls to mash against her lips, touching her deep, deep inside and filling her womb.
She felt the warmth spread through her stomach, weakening her knees. She thought for a crazy moment that he'd collapse on top of her and bring them both down.
He pulled out, and she felt her tender lips pull at him as though begging him to stay buried and she heard him release an agonized moan, reluctant to leave. And then tongue laving gently at the wound at her neck, begging forgiveness. A large snout nuzzling at her flanks a moment later, admiring it's own handiwork.
''Mine...My Io...''
And clumsily, shaking like a newborn, Io walked on quavering legs--both now whole and healed-- to the sand and collapsed, panting, eyes closed in exhaustion.
And when Io opened her eyes she was faced with a dream, or what seemed to her a hazy reality.
A sound, like the fluttering of wings
''Treacherous little witch!'' A voice filled with anger.
Io felt herself dragged up by her hair--amazingly; she had her hair back now--but when...? She cried out as a shark palm struck out at her.
''I tried to help you, tried to be kind and protect you and you, ungrateful little whore, go and seduce my husband...''
Io felt herself thrown to the ground and curled up trying to hide from the harsh light that seemed to come from all sides. Was this the fury of a Goddess? And the bull--did that mean the bull was...? Weakly she tried to speak, tried to explain, to protest but her throat was frozen, burned, ripped out--it was something she didn't understand but needed to speak.
''Very well then, my child...'' And now that term was a scathing icy blade meant to cut through her - it hurt, it burned-- ''I Curse you Io, you who so readily would seduce my husband in whatever form so pleases you; you will be neither cow nor woman, and no creature of either race solely will want you--you will wander the world, misshapen into something not true. I curse you...Child.''
And Io felt herself twist, felt her face and feet change, felt her tail and her ears, felt her breast and her long white legs. Neither woman not Cow.
And between that moment and the next, Io really did lose consciousness.
And that, of course, became Mythology