Mooed Ring
Chapter 3C
It was early afternoon when I woke up, and the immediate stimulus was Iris fellating my teats again. I was still on my side, and it was one of the lower ones she was suckling, so the fleshy pink organ blocked my view of her face, but the feeling was already unmistakable. I mooed lustily, and then said, “Fuck me, that feels amazing!” Although my voice was a little deeper than before, and embarrassingly lusty, I was relieved that my power of speech had returned.
For better or for worse, Iris took my words as a request or an instruction, and began fingering my sopping wet pussy. I couldn’t see my sex anymore, thanks to the bloated udder between it and my eyes, but from the feel of things I believed that my pubic hair had grown considerably thicker. Possibly it was more accurate to describe it as pussy fur at that point. Iris brushed against it with her chin and her hand, tickling me slightly and contributing to a feeling of overstimulation down below. My moans still sounded like moos, and they came more frequently and loudly the closer I got to a climax.
I bellowed embarrassingly when I went over the crest, and I could feel wetness leaking down over my thigh and onto the sheets. I trapped Iris’s hand between my legs, too sensitive to withstand any more pleasure just then. My girlfriend managed to extract herself and reappeared in my line of sight, licking her fingers and then smacking her milk-stained lips. “How now, my little cow?” she asked, far more chipper than I wanted her to be just after waking up.
“Is that a real question, or are you just trying to annoy me?” I grumbled, attempting to roll over and turn away from her. Unfortunately, I still wasn’t used to the extra weight, so my first attempt was unsuccessful. Before I could try again Iris straddled me and grasped my horns, which seemed to curl out from my temples and point more-or-less forward. I suddenly wondered if I had ruined my pillows, which was an absurd concern considering everything that had happened.
“It was just my way of saying ‘Good Morning!’ to my sweet, sexy heifer!” Iris replied merrily, bending down to kiss me and giving me a taste of my milk, not to mention my sex, which I could now tell she’d been licking while I was asleep. I reciprocated, reluctantly at first, but gradually with more ion as I mirrored some of my lover’s lust.
“How am I supposed to live like this?” I managed to ask, once Iris had had enough of making out with me. “You’ve turned me into a freak!” I said angrily, grabbing my udder and shaking it for emphasis. “I can’t even pretend I’m just suddenly fat, thanks to the nose, and ears, and horns!”
“Don’t be such a worry-wort!” Iris chided, giving me another brief kiss on the offending snout in question. “It’s not a full-time thing! Watch!” She grasped my nose ring and twirled the gem until it unlocked and could be removed. As soon as the jewelry was free I could feel my body start reverting to my petite human form. Unfortunately, the magic did not seem to cause my milk to reabsorb, unlike everything else in my body, so it started spraying out forcefully as it was expelled by my shrinking breasts and vanishing udder. Iris shrieked and giggled as she was blasted from multiple directions.
The reversion process, thankfully, took only about a minute, although it left me sore and shaking, not to mention soaked with milk. “Fucking unbelievable,” I muttered, tentatively feeling my face and head to make sure they were truly back to normal.
“Just be careful you don’t lose the ring!” Iris said, setting it carefully on my bedside table. “You have to spend at least half of each night in your hucow form, which means wearing the ring no less than six hours a day, on average. There are seasonal differences, of course!”
“I knew there had to be a catch,” I said grimly. “What happens to me if I don’t put it back in often enough?”
“I’m not sure!” Iris replied, shrugging and smiling. “Some kind of withdrawal symptoms, and I think future transformations get more severe and more painful.” She leaned down to kiss me again before dismounting me and getting off the bed. Stretching, she said, “But you loved it, don’t try to tell me you didn’t!”
Swinging my feet around and finding myself moving with accustomed carefree ease, I itted, “The sex was pretty hot, yes, but you fucking transformed me! Into a cow! Without asking me, or even warning me!”
“I did so ask you!” Iris exclaimed, laughing merrily. “Last Halloween, when we wore the two-person horse costume, I asked if we could do a cow next year, and you said ‘sure’!”
I scowled, sure at first that she must be joking, but finally shouted, “You can’t possibly believe that counts?!”
“No backsies!” Iris chirped as she flounced away toward my bathroom. “ me for a shower?”
I sat there a little longer, flummoxed and speechless, but reluctantly got to my feet and followed her. At minimum, I certainly needed a shower, and the return of my humanity apparently meant the return of my desire for sexual dominance.
Iris already had the water running and heating up when I got there, and I pushed her down to her knees in the tub, rather more roughly than I normally would have. She cried out in momentary pain when she landed, but the expression on her face when she looked up told me she wasn’t resentful. “You are so going to be punished for this!” I snarled.
“Ooh, yes!” Iris sighed pleasurably. “I am such a brat!”
“Do you know what’s going to happen today?” I asked, but somewhat rhetorically, because I grabbed her hair and forced her face back between my legs. Unable to vocalize, she simply shook her head as much as the position allowed.
I hummed with pleasure, even more than usual since I didn’t feel compelled to make barnyard noises anymore. “I’m going to see to it that you get exactly what you asked for last Halloween,” I said, rocking my hips back and forth. I could see the confusion in her eyes, so I clarified, “You asked if we could do a cow this year, which means you’re going to get some bling after our shower!”
“This is so exciting!” Iris gushed, bouncing in place as she looked in the mirror at her new septum piercing.
“I’m glad you’re happy,” I said, then chuckled a little when I realized Dani had said the same thing, almost in sync with me. She gave me a look with a raised eyebrow and just the hint of a smirk, and I blushed, wondering how many details Iris had given her about the nature of the rings. I had put mine on a necklace for safe-keeping, and both of them had already made ‘Precious’ jokes at my expense.
“You two should probably get home before those things do… whatever it is they’re supposed to do,” Dani said with a devious grin. I couldn’t tell if she actually had secret knowledge or just wanted me to believe she did, but either way, it was good advice that I intended to heed.
“Yeppers!” Iris chirped, bouncing to her feet once again. She gave Dani a chaste kiss on the cheek and then linked arms with me, saying, “I can’t wait until it starts working! Hurry!”
We made it back to my loft without incident, whereupon Iris immediately started stripping and examining herself for early signs of the change. “I’m so excited! Will you fuck me while we wait? I can’t concentrate! Whee!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her absurd gleefulness, and her wanton nudity was pretty thrilling. Given that it was almost sundown, I decided to replace my own ring before I got out my strap-on harness. I was hoping to eventually wheedle more information about the situation from Iris, but for the time being, it seemed prudent to assume she was right about not being able to leave it out indefinitely.
“Oh, fuck!” I said, moments after I’d locked the jewelry into my septum piercing. My metamorphosis was happening about as quickly as my earlier reversion, and it was a struggle to get out of my clothes fast enough.
“God, it’s so hot watching you cow-ify!” Iris said, plopping down on the couch and rubbing her mound with force. “Or should it be cow-er? No, that would get confusing. Cow-form?”
“Oh, shut up!” I said between grunts. Although the transformation wasn’t painful it wasn’t exactly comfortable, either, and a cold sweat broke out all over my body before the fur returned, followed by the more substantial changes like my udder and tail. I shuddered and mooed as the process ended, leaving me with a curiously fulfilled sensation, somewhat akin to the euphoria of completing a strenuous workout.
“Mmm, I can’t wait until it’s my turn!” Iris said breathily, continuing to finger herself energetically.
The wet sounds and smells turned me on, and my voice rumbled as I told her, “Get your ass in the air. I’m gonna mount you when I get back with my dildo.”
“Ooh, yes!” Iris moaned. “I would love for you to spank my slutty bovine rump while you fuck me from behind!”
I shook my head, not sure I wanted to get into a game of dirty talk one-upmanship with my girlfriend, figuring that I’d probably lose. I ired the booty in question when it was displayed according to my demands, and even gave it a firm slap of approval, then left Iris where she was, masturbating and mumbling, while I got my harness.
It was a little awkward to don my strap-on, mostly thanks to my wider hips and thicker waist in my current form, and the udder blocking my view didn’t do me any favors. Eventually, though, I was equipped for dicking my girlfriend, and she was more than ready to welcome me inside.
I was ordinarily pretty forceful when we fucked like that, since it was also a dominance and submission game of sorts. As a hucow, however, I set a much more sedate pace, concentrating on slow, deep, very rhythmic thrusts. I didn’t expect either one of us to find it particularly exciting, but Iris loved it and mooed rapturously, even though she clearly hadn’t started transforming yet. Her obvious enjoyment contributed to my own, and I tried very hard to maintain the pace, only speeding up when we were very close to our peaks. Then we both got faster, bumping hips frantically as we rushed closer and closer to orgasm. Iris reached her crescendo first, but only by seconds, and we mooed in harmony as we rode the wave of our nearly simultaneous climaxes.
Iris and I spent the rest of the evening fucking in various positions all over the loft, and every time I saw her checking for evidence of horns or a tail, I reminded her that my own transformation hadn’t occurred until the middle of the night. Reluctantly, she agreed to take a nap with me, so we wound up spooning on my bed once again, her ass against my udder.
A loud and jolly bellow awoke me suddenly, and when my eyes opened, a tail with a tuft of buff-colored fur tickled my face. Iris mooed happily and wiggled her ass at me, showing off her engorged and dripping sex, plus the udder than dangled behind it (from my perspective).
I doubted Iris the Cow was capable of speech just then, as my own faculties had been somewhat slow to recover, so I didn’t bother asking her how she felt. Aside from the fact that she’d been expecting it to happen, it seemed safe to assume that her experience probably wasn’t much different than my own. I reached out and tugged on one of her teats, making her moo blissfully as a small amount of milk squirted out. “Note to self: buy a mattress protector,” I mumbled, already worried that an odor of sour milk might become a permanent feature if too much soaked into it.
To my more-sensitive bovine nose, the scent of my girlfriend’s sex was extremely enticing, at least in part because I could detect a difference from earlier, when she’d been entirely human. Curious and aroused, I wiggled closer until I was able to get my head between her legs and give her pussy a good, firm lick with my broader, more muscular tongue.
The taste of Iris was divine, and I’ve never been particularly prone to religious thoughts. The different odor was accompanied by a different taste, and while I’d always enjoyed going down on my girlfriend, it wasn’t because she tasted good in the way that food tastes good. Her flavor had been pleasant and sexy, and now it was all that and more. We both mooed, or I tried to, despite being somewhat muffled.
Iris forced me to roll onto my back, which cramped my tail uncomfortably, but when she started licking me I forgot the mild pain instantly. I didn’t taking off my harness, but somehow or another it had been removed, giving my lover full access to my most tender bits. Her hips slapped noisily against my head as we fucked, and I learned for the first time just how much difference a large and robust tongue can make when it’s wiggling in a lady’s chambers.
Our breasts and udders were pressed against one another, and the pressure was causing substantial leakage, although it at least couldn’t squirt around the room while we were in such a close embrace. It dribbled down in all different directions, and I followed Iris’s lead when she occasionally abandoned my pussy to lick up some of my other cream. Its sweet taste provided a delightful counterbalance to the musky salt of our labial secretions.
Our latest orgasms were the strongest yet, and if our sensitive ears hadn’t been largely covered by each other’s legs, we might have winced in pain at the volume of our blissed-out bellows. We spent the whole night fucking until we ed out, then going at it again when one of us woke up.
“I never want to go back to being a normal girl!” Iris declared, pouting and putting her hand over her cow-like nose.
“I honestly don’t think you will, even assuming you ever were normal,” I retorted, sticking out my tongue at her. “But we can’t go outside looking like this!” I hefted my heavy breasts for emphasis, wiggling them up and down a bit, while I shimmied my hips to make my udder sway. “Just think of it as wearing a disguise.”
“I guess so,” Iris conceded reluctantly, feeling around to find the jeweled clasp on her nose ring. I quickly did the same, eager to feel small and skinny again after another night of cowdom.
“Any second now,” I said, carefully stringing my mooed ring back on the thin necklace I wore. I shook my shoulders a few times, as if loosening up, and started to get worried when things didn’t happen as quickly as the last time.
“Maybe we broke them?” Iris opined, sounding a little concerned despite her earlier protest. “It didn’t take this long to revert yesterday.”
“Broke them?!” I exclaimed. “You’d better tell me everything else you know about these damn things right now!”
“Oh yeah!” Iris said, with transparently fake surprise. “I forgot! Drinking the milk of another hucow makes the change permanent!”
I screamed incoherently, grasping my horns, feeling both nauseated and enraged. Iris’s laughter almost prompted me to attack her, but she held up her hands and said, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” She broke down into a fit of giggles and it was a little while before I was able to get a full explanation from her. “It’s not permanent, just until we metabolize it or whatever. Once our stomachs break the milk down into sugars, proteins, fats, and all that good stuff, we should change back.”
“I could strangle you!” I said, but rather weakly, so it didn’t sound like much of a threat.
Iris simply snuggled up to my side and ran her hand gently and lovingly over my udder, making me sigh with pleasure at the intimate touch. “We could try fucking some more, once we find your cock. If we do it energetically enough, we’ll be sure to burn off enough milk calories to be respectable ladies again!”
Shaking my head, but grinning wryly, I corrected her, saying, “You are way too much of a brat to be mistaken for a respectable lady!”