Translations:Codex: Cow Stuff/67/en

She leaned into it hard, mooing desperately and pushing herself back against Emily’s cock, savouring every possible sensation as she was changed, as she was remade into something so much better. With difficulty, she forced her eyes to focus on her hands in front of her on the ground, watching as her fingers melded together, forming the three hard, black, hoof-like digits that both her partners had, and knowing that the same process was working its way over her feet too. Horns poked up through her hair, her ears drifted upwards to become long, pointed and fluffy, her flat tongue hung from her mouth between panted moos, and she was, she was, she felt so slick and wet and full and she would always feel like this, always be ready to fuck and be taken and be milked and that was what she was for—