Moo
Vanessa sighed as she leaned against the wooden coral. It had been a busy day on her uncle's dairy farm. It had been slow, dirty, smelly work, but the city girl was glad to help her elderly uncle.
The only thing left to do was to give a vaccination to the bull her uncle kept. She wasn't really looking forward to this final task. The coral was more of a giant mud pit, and Vanessa was going to have to try to herd the big bull into the narrow stall where her uncle would give the old brute the shot. She sighed again, leaning her head against her dirty folded forearms. Her long blond pony tail fell against the side of her face, clinging to her sweaty neck and cheek.
At least it was almost over, and then she would be able to shower and get all this muck off of her skin, she thought. Her pants and shoes were caked with mud and muck from the cow stalls she had spent her day in. Her shirt was only marginally better, and Vanessa could only imagine what her face looked like; probably had dark streaks all over it.
"Ready for this last one kiddo?" Vanessa's uncle asked coming up to lean on the coral next to her, the final shot ready in his hand.
"Yeah, sure thing," Vanessa said, smiling up at her uncle. She could tough it out for this final one.
"Let's get it done then," Her uncle said, dunking down to slip between the wooden beans and into the coral with the bull. Vanessa eased into the coral as well, walking toward the bull, which was munching on hay at the other side of the pin.
She was only about halfway across the pin when Vanessa was pulled up short by her pony tail. Completely shocked, she fell backward into the filth and mud, letting out a cry of surprise and pain. Her hands instinctively reached to grip the hand that was yanking her head painfully backwards. Her head was pulled roughly to the side, exposing the long line of her neck.
Out of the corner of her eye Vanessa saw her uncle's dirty hand, still holding the shot; angling the needle toward her neck.
"What are you doing?!" she demanded, struggling against her uncle's strong grip as the needle came closer and closer to her vulnerable neck.
"You'll see," was the only explanation he gave as the needle bit into Vanessa's skin.
She cried out again in pain as the fluid from the shot was forced into her body. She could feel it burning her veins like liquid fire. The needle was removed as was the grip on her hair, but Vanessa hardly noticed either. She was too focused on her body. The burning sensation engulfed her entire form within seconds.
The burning intensified in her hands and feet, to the point where it felt like flames should be eating her skin. A shriek of pure agony escaped her throat as her body twisted and writhed in the muck and mud of the coral; her blond hair now nearly black with filth.
The fire inside her body moved up Vanessa's arms and legs, eating her flesh from the inside. Unconsciously her body thrashed until she was on her hands and knees; her ass up in the air while her face stayed down in the mud, tears leaving clean white lines on her filthy face.
Through her pain filled mind she could tell something is horribly wrong with her legs. She could feel her bones shifting, reforming, though she could only feel the pain of the fire consuming her. The flesh of her legs swelled in the confines of her jeans, bloating to the point where the fabric stretched and then tore when the pressure became too much for the stitching.
The sound of the fabric ripping registered in Vanessa's mind. She forced her eyes open against the pain and looked underneath her body. What she saw ripped a shriek of terror from her lips. There, where once was only a sexy flat stomach, was now a growing cow utter; the four teats nearly touching the ground. Her legs now looked like those of a cow, and she could even see a tail swishing back and forth.
"You bastard! What did you doooooo! Wwwooooo! MMMMMmmmoooooo!" the burning fire consumed Vanessa's throat and face as she screeched at her uncle. She tried bringing her hands up to her face, but they wouldn't bend right; she couldn't feel her fingers either. Looking down Vanessa saw that instead of arms she now the front legs of a cow as well, to match her hind legs.
"MMMOOOOOO. MMMmmmooooo, mmmmoooooooo!" Vanessa shook her head back and forth, trying to force the images in her head to make sense. How could she be a cow? It had to be some nightmare, nothing like this could actually happen.
The fire which had burned her for what seemed like ages receded from her face and limbs. Instead it pooled into her nipples, making them stand out straight underneath her hanging breast, and into her newly acquired utter teats; making it feel as if she had six rock-hard, aching nipples; nipples and teats that wanted to be tugged on and milked.
She mooed in confusion as the agonizing fire settled between her new cow legs as well; settled in her new cow pussy. It felt like she hadn't been fucked in years. What she wouldn't do to have a big throbbing cock thrust into her slutty cow pussy, coating her insides with sticky cum; anything to ease the burning between her dirty legs.
"Well don't you make a sexy little cow," the voice made Vanessa look up. The face was familiar, she should know this person she was sure, but the only thing she could think of was the fire in her utters and pussy. His hands stroked her muzzle and she mooed up at the male, begging him with her cow eyes, not caring if he was a different species. She could smell his arousal, could see the bulge in front of him. He could help her; ease her heat.
"Awww, poor little cow. What's wrong girl? Is it your utter? Do you want it rubbed? Is that it girl?" The male walked to her side running his hands through the muck that coated her whole form.
"Hmm, which utter do you want rubbed baby girl? You have three of them it seems."
Rough, strong fingers gripped the nipple of Vanessa's breast and tugged painfully downward. A stream of white milk shot out and splattered into the mud underneath her. She mooed, loving the feeling of the fingers tugging on her nipple teat. Another set of fingers gripped her other nipple and pulled downward as well; milking her other breast. Again she mooed, expressing the pleasure the attention was giving her. The man alternated milking each breast, pulling on one nipple teat and then the other until there was a fairly large white puddle under Vanessa.
"I'm sure those two feel better. What about the last one though? I'm sure that one needs some attention, doesn't it girl?" The hands left her small front breast utters to grip two of her cow utter teats.
"My, what a nasty little cow you are," The male cooed as he began milking the two new teats. Instead of milky white fluid, yellowish brown sludge oozed from the teats of her cow utter, falling into a smelly pile under her utter.
Vanessa couldn't help but moo in ecstasy as the male milked her roughly, almost as if her teats were cocks and he was trying to jack them off. Over and over he tugged on her teats, making them splatter their nasty mucky contents onto the ground.
"You like that you dirty cow? You like this shit don't you?" The male asked as he grabbed a handful of her utter muck and slathered it all over her cow utter as if it were some sort of sick lube; his hands gripping rougher, pulling harder.
"Looks like you have an admirer. Such a slut, teasing my bull like this. You should be held accountable for your actions, you dirty cow. Look at what you've done to him." Vanessa turned her head to peer behind her. She had been so caught up in her burning need and the pleasure of being milked that she had completely forgotten about the bull; the big hulking bull she now desperately wanted to fuck her.
He had certainly noticed her though. The smell of her sticky lube which had been oozing out of her cow pussy since the fire had started raging inside her had caught the bulls attention, as had the sounds of her mooing. The bull stood staring at Vanessa, a massive, angry red cock hanging under his heavy form.
"Looks like you're all ready to make up for your behavior too. Just look at how wet you are. Such a slutty like cow you are," Vanessa could feel the man's hand rubbing up and down the outside of her cow pussy, smearing her sticky wetness everywhere.
"Just look at this. Nasty, dirty cow." The hand that had been stroking her was suddenly in Vanessa's face, rubbing her own lube all over her muzzle. "It's just like the stuff from your utter." And it was. Vanessa could smell it. The sticky lube from her pussy wasn't clear like it should have been. Instead it was a sickly brownish slim, covering her face.
"Well since you want to make friends with that bull so much I'll leave you two alone." The male said, rubbing Vanessa's face one more time, making sure to spread her shit lube all over her muzzle.
As if taking his cue the bull trotted up to Vanessa's raised ass and sniffed. She couldn't help but moo pitifully and push her cow pussy back against the bulls face. The milking she had received had only intensified her need for a huge cock to fuck her.
The bull snorted, the air blowing hot against her wet lips. A shocked mooooo escaped her throat as the bull's tongue licked her cow cunt from bottom to top, even running over her tail hole. She was surprised to feel a mushy substance oozing out of her tail hole now that it was getting attention too. As hard as she tried squeezing her muscles Vanessa could feel gooey mush running down to mix with her shitty lube. And the bull kept licking at her, his broad flat tongue licking up everything, over and over again. Lick after long disgusting lick.
The bull snorted again, letting out a moo of his own; his hard-on had been ignored long enough. With one lunge the massive bull mounted Vanessa, his thick cock sliding easily into her shit lubed cow cunt. The feeling of the bull's giant shaft piercing into her instantly caused Vanessa to cum. It felt so good, so big, so fucking big.
Shit lube gushed out of her cunt, coating the bulls thrusting cock with its foulness, and more of the shitty mush was pushed out of her tail hole, smearing onto the bull's stomach causing his thrusting hips to make wet smacking sounds each time he pushed his cock into Vanessa's cunt. She mooed long and loud, over and over as her pussy squeezed the cock fucking her.
It was like a continuous orgasm for her. The bull's cock never stopped hitting that sweet spot in her slutty cow cunt. All she could do was take it over and over while her smelly lube and shit spilled out of her holes covering the bull before falling to the ground in an ever growing pile of filth. It was already two feet deep, burying her hind legs where she stood.
The bull let out a loud moo of his own, thrusting his huge dick inside the slutty cow underneath him and held it there as his own orgasm exploded from his cock, spewing the contents of his balls into Vanessa's pussy. The bull cam so much that it gushed out around his cock splattering against his and Vanessa's hips, sliding down their legs and onto the muck surrounding them. His cum wasn't white and gooey as it should have been though. It was thick, brown shit cum, much like Vanessa's own smelly lube.
On and on the bull cam, so much cum, so much filthy goo, until finally he pulled his spent cock from Vanessa's foul hole. She was so tired that she collapsed where she was, falling into the disgusting pile that and built up during her mating. The bull, however, was not through with her. He slowly walked over Vanessa's back, and without warning raised his tail and let his own shitty mush splatter down onto her back, thoroughly covering her in his own filth. As part of her became slathered in his muck the bull would step forward and push out more shit, until he finally reached Vanessa's little cow face. The bull looked back into her eyes, her head laying on the ground, and with one final contraction of his muscles, covered her face in brown waste.
The bull, now truly finished, went back to the corner of the coral where he had originally been at and started munching on hay again. That had been more fulfilling than the other cows he had had recently. With luck the farmer would find more girls like that for him to fuck. Vanessa however stayed where she had collapsed, nothing more than another pile of muck to add to the other trampled piles of filth in the bulls pen.