Codex: 奶牛那些事

奶牛那些事 作者： Abe E Seedy (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/abeeseedy)

标签： 变身、牛女、牛男、乳汁、泌乳、淫化、堕落、为精液之神献精

卡丽对着门锁皱起眉头，气恼地翻找钥匙，寻找那把正确的。星期六早晨跑到实验室来，简直是见鬼。她身为本科助理，偶尔确实得早点来做些杂活，这一点她认了；但通常她至少会提前收到通知，而不是一条措辞拙劣的短信。究竟是什么东西重要到让麦迪逊博士和辛格博士都急着叫她来？算了，她心想，随着实验室最后一扇门滑开，她现在人都到了，希望不用多久就能解放了——

一声突然而急切的叫声让她停下了脚步，听起来像呻吟和野兽咆哮的混合物。她把钥匙放回手提包时抬头一看，才突然发现实验室里一片狼藉。设备杂乱地散落在地上，更重要的是，这里并不只有她一个人。两个人正靠在一张大桌子的侧面肆无忌惮地做爱，专注而投入，显然完全没注意到她进来。卡丽在同一瞬间意识到两件事——这两个人正是麦迪逊博士和辛格博士，而“人”这个称呼已经不再完全准确。

Dr. Lucy Singh was leaning forwards over the table, hands flat against the surface to give herself better grip. Only they weren’t exactly hands anymore - her fingers had merged into thick, black stubs, two to each hand, with a third, shorter one seeming to approximate a thumb. With these hoof-hands she pawed frantically at hard plastic tabletop, while her whole body was rocked forwards again and again. Her face had changed too; her features were still similar enough to what they were before for Carrie to recognise her, but now her mouth came at the end of short muzzle, her nose was large, pink and flat, and her short brown hair was interrupted by both her now-elongated ears and two small white horns. Her tongue hung from her mouth as she cried out, making the same sound that had drawn her attention in the first place. Now that she had more context for it, Carrie realised it sounded most like a very enthusiastic “moo”.

She was also, Carrie couldn’t help but notice, incredibly naked. There was some sort of short brown fur that seemed to reach over most of her body, but that did nothing to conceal her modesty. Her breasts were huge, easily as large as cantaloupes, which was - she would have been lucky to get much past apples before. Her dark brown nipples were larger than before too; having pulled out to inch-long teats that spurted milk every time her body was pushed forwards. Finally, a thin cord of a tail stood almost straight up from her rear, topped with a tuft of long brown hair as she waved it happily from side to side. And behind that stood what could only be Dr. Emily Madison.

There were a lot of similarities between the two women. Like Lucy, Emily’s face had pushed forwards into a vaguely bovine muzzle, and her longer and wider tongue panted out from between her thick pink lips. Short fur seemed to cover her body too - although in Emily’s case it was coloured with the more traditional irregular black-and-white spots rather than just a flat brown - and similarly it did nothing to distract from her utter lack of clothes. Her breasts were less pronounced though; they’d been about the same size originally, and while Emily had certainly gone up a cup size or so, her bust hadn’t more than doubled in size as Lucy’s had. No, instead her most notable feature were her horns. Unlike Lucy’s cute little points, Emily’s horns were almost a foot long, curving up over her head and startlingly intimidating. Her expression was different too - while Lucy had look of blissful enjoyment on her face, Emily was snorting and stamping powerfully, her eyes screwed shut as she thrusted into the eager body below her.

Carrie stood, stock still, for several long seconds. Her two senior research partners still didn’t seem to notice her presence, and they certainly didn’t slow their rhythm. Finally the impasse was broken when Carrie unthinkingly let go of her keys, and the sound as they dropped to the floor was enough to make Lucy look up. Emily seemed to be much too preoccupied to be distracted, but Lucy quickly locked eyes with Carrie and broke into a wide grin. Without breaking eye contact she pressed backwards, the sudden shift in sensation evidently being enough to satisfy Emily’s needs. With an urgent grunt she pulled away, revealing a thick, pink cock that she quickly pressed down against Lucy’s back.

Very quickly, Carrie revised what she considered to be Emily’s most notable feature.

Before she could think much more than that, Emily let out a desperate, animal cry, her body twitching and convulsing as she came voluminously onto Lucy’s back. Lucy sighed with contentment, giving a pleasant little wiggle as she shuddered with satisfaction. For her part, Emily seemed to be putting her all into her orgasm, having to lean forward and support herself with her own hoof-like hands as she grunted and panted incoherently while thick ropes of cum spattered against Lucy’s fur.

艾米丽看起来花了好几秒才彻底结束；即便如此，两人仍过了好一会儿才愿意做除了喘气以外的事。最终，露西打破了沉默。

“嗯，早、早上好，丹宁小姐。”她慢吞吞地说。难道牛吻让她出现了某种语言障碍，导致她把“m”音拖得这么长？“谢谢你这么临时地在周六赶来。”

卡丽费了很大力气才回答：“这……这到底是什么？发生了什么？”

露西短暂地闭上眼睛，花了点时间揉弄自己丰满的大乳房。“我们取得了……突破。”她最后说道。

卡丽难以置信：“突破？我们研究的是衣物柔顺剂！什么样的突破能把那种东西变成这样？！”

“非常棒的突破。”露西咧嘴笑着回答。

卡丽甚至不知道该如何回应，但艾米丽已经恢复了些力气，发出一声短促的喷鼻笑。“好了好了，”她说着，顽皮地拍了拍露西的臀部，“别逗这个可怜的小姑娘。”她抬头直接对卡丽说：“你昨晚离开后，有位访客来过。他们说手里有能帮助研究的东西，但没告诉我们，他们帮的根本不是我们的研究。”

卡丽眨眨眼：“就这样？是别人把你们变成这样的？而你们不生气？”

露西和艾米丽飞快地对视了一眼，随后一起大笑。“呃，不，”艾米丽最后回答，“我们有比生气更重要的事情要做。”

露西以出人意料的灵活动作撑起身子，沿着桌面滑到离卡丽最近的边缘坐下。她张开双腿，卡丽几乎能闻到她有多么湿滑。“比如，最重要的事就是做爱。”她简单地说。

这一切已经远远超出卡丽能够想象的范围，她甚至很难组织语言回答。“呃……什么？你是……”突然，在其他一切混乱之中，一个细节击中了她。“等等，你刚才不是还有语言障碍吗？”

“哦，你注意到了。”露西说，语气里是真切的愉快。“那只是你真正投入其中时会发生的事。就像……”她环顾片刻，随后指向已经绕过桌子、站在她身旁的艾米丽。“看看这里的麦迪逊博士。她现在看起来相当筋疲力尽，对吧？我是说，你也看到了我们刚刚玩得多开心。但你只要做出那个部分……”

她从桌上滑下来，在艾米丽面前的地面上四肢着地，诱人地抬高臀部。卡丽看见艾米丽的鼻孔抽动，正在吸入露西的气味；她那根粗大的肉棒在几秒内便硬了起来。

“……她就会情不自禁地配合。”露西说完了这句话。

露西站起来，但卡丽直到她来到自己身后才意识到这件事。随后，她感觉到乳房压在自己背上；露西仍在滴乳的乳头擦过她的衣服，卡丽能感到湿意越来越重。她被这感觉分了心，因此没有反抗露西牢牢抓住她肩膀、把她向下按的动作；她甚至在真正理解命令前，就本能地跪了下来。

“等等，什么？这……到底……？”她眨着眼，摇晃着头喃喃道。

露西俯身压在她上方，柔软的毛发轻轻蹭过卡丽的脸颊。“丹宁小姐，我们现在做的，是让你见识一些新东西。做学生不就是为了学习这些吗？”

“什么？”卡丽回答，开始试着起身。“不，我——”

“停下。”露西平淡地说。不知为何，卡丽自己也无法解释原因，但她照做了。她僵在原地，头顶只有露西轻柔的呼吸，面前则是艾米丽越来越硬的肉棒。“好女孩。”露西开心地补充道。

卡丽没有再试图起身，但仍结结巴巴地慢慢说：“我……我不……”

“哦，这很简单。”露西说着，向下坐去，从后方将卡丽拥入怀中；她把卡丽拉得很近，让她能感到毛发在四肢上轻轻搔动，也感到那对牛乳房压在背上的重量。两人的脸就在旁边，露西的牛吻沿着卡丽脸颊摩擦，让她羞红了脸。“昨晚那位朋友告诉我们，他们唯一需要的报酬，就是让我们把这个传播得更远一点；而我们都觉得，你也已经赢得了分享这份礼物的资格。你只需要顺着感觉走……”

露西向前倾，把卡丽带着一起靠过去。然后，艾米丽的肉棒突然就在眼前，近得卡丽呼吸时嘴唇几乎要碰到它。

“就是这样，姑娘。”露西鼓励地低声说。“把它的气味吸进去。闻起来很棒，对吧？”

它……确实闻起来很棒。那股强烈的性爱、欲望和燥热气味就在鼻下；艾米丽只在视野边缘微微脸红，仿佛有点可爱地害羞，却又完全无法阻止自己变得又硬又棒——这一切都让肉棒显得格外诱人。

“我保证，尝起来会更棒。”露西继续说。“你有没有因为某个人当下需要你吮吸他的肉棒，就替他做过？他迫切得几乎无法忍受，非得找到某种释放方式不可，而唯一能解决的方法，就是把你按倒在地，用力操到他连思考都做不到？”

那……卡丽不记得自己做过，但听起来……她可以……

“那你有没有因为自己需要，或者说绝对需要嘴里塞满东西，感受美味的精液滑过喉咙、终于放纵自己的滋味，而去吮吸某人的肉棒？”卡丽几乎没注意到露西的手沿着她的身体下滑，伸进衣服里把衣物拨到一边。她沉浸在耳边那轻柔的低语里。“你有没有过欲望如此强烈，以至于再也无法思考？除了四肢着地、尽可能用力地被操，其他任何念头都不会出现，因为你需要它，需要得不得了……”

下巴底下传来一股压力，卡丽的头被抬起，直到她仰头看见艾米丽那张急切而羞红的脸。

“请……请。”她结结巴巴地说。“我……嗯……我需要……嗯……需要让你……嗯哞……”

卡丽感觉到露西从身后用一只蹄手沿着她的身体抚过，享受她如今赤裸肌肤的触感。

“I promise you,” Lucy said softly, “that’s exactly how you’ll feel all the time if you just... lean... in...”

She felt so warm, the weight of Lucy’s tits pressing down against her, so hot and wet and full of milk, and it was all... so...

Carrie drifted forwards. There was no single moment of decision or confirmation, it was more that every inch of movement felt better, more right, as her lips slid slowly around Emily’s shaft. It was so slick, the taste of it tingling on her tongue as she swept it back and forth.

Lucy smiled. “Theeere we go,” she breathed happily. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Letting yourself accept it. Giving in to your new needs.” She stood up, moving to stand beside Emily and look down at her student confidently. “And we’re going to make you need this constantly, aren’t we? How does that make you feel?”

It felt... Carrie couldn’t seem to focus on anything clearly, just that everything she was doing seemed... good, and the only thing she wanted to do was to keep doing it. Her head began to move back and forth slowly, one of her hands drifted down unconsciously towards her crotch.

Noticing Carrie’s wandering hand, Lucy’s smile widened. “Good girl,” she said encouragingly. Leaning back against the table, she took up a wide-legged stance, the better to show off her considerable assets. “Here, let me show you exactly what it’s like, what it really means to become a nice, eager cow slut like me...”

It was hard to see Lucy clearly, given that Emily often blocked her view as she slid slowly back and forth along her cock, but Carrie had enough of a good view that she could watch as Lucy hefted her breasts in both hands.

“I can’t tell you how good it felt to get nice, big, dripping cow tits like these. To feel the weight of them hanging down beneath you, feeling so good as they fill with milk, and even better when you... mhmmm... get mmilked...”

Carrie couldn’t stop staring. She’d never really wanted her tits to be any bigger before, but now she couldn’t help but imagine it; having breasts so big she couldn’t possibly hide them, the feeling of them being all nice and full, pulling her down to the ground as she needed to be... how she couldn’t help but... couldn’t help but need...

“Getting all nice and wrapped up in... mmhmm... such lovely warmm fur...” Lucy continued slowly, rubbing her hoof hands happily over her whole body. “Feeling what it’s like to be... mhmMMm... mmarked, from your cute cow tail to your... mmmMhmm... sweet little cow horns, right down to... mmmHhmm... every single inch of your flesh, all to show what a... mhmmooo! Perfect little animmmal slut you are...”

That sounded... how did that sound so good? The idea that everyone who saw her could immediately know what she was for, and be nice and ready to fuck her before she could even raise her tail. Wait, her... what...?

“Don’t you want... mhmmm... hooves...” Lucy carried on, barely visible now in the corner of her eyes as Carrie couldn’t stop herself from moving faster and faster along Emily’s cock. “Sweet, helpless little hooves that... mmhmmmoo! Feel so good pushing innmmmooo! Into y-mooo! Moo!”

Lucy was clearly getting so carried away she was losing her ability to talk, but somehow that just made things even hotter. The idea that she was so swept up that she couldn’t even form words anymore, that she didn’t need words, she was beyond them, or like, less than them - she was something to be taken and fucked and used, not spoken to - Carrie had spent so long working so hard to put herself through college, and then support herself in graduate school, hadn’t she earned some time off from... everything? Not needing to make deadlines, work shifts, balance the 101 tasks of her adult life, instead all she would have to do was raise her tail and open her legs so she could be fucked over and over again like a good little animal slut. She was... god, she only realised she was touching herself when her hand came back dripping wet, and all of this came while Carrie was still enthusiastically sucking on Dr. Madison’s cock, and she needed... she needed to feel the satisfaction, needed the reward - everything was intense and confusing but the way she was clenching her hoof hands into her hair and pulling her close just felt so good, and she wanted, she wanted more...

Without thinking about it, her hands reached up, hefting Emily’s balls and giving them a desperate, encouraging pull and finally, finally that was enough to make her shudder and come.

It felt good. She’d given blowjobs before, but this time it just felt so right, having this great bull of a girl hold her close and fill her up, to be used and fucked and taken and rewarded for her efforts. Emily leaned her head back and let out a great, bellowing “mooo!” as she gave into it utterly, and all the while Carrie kept up a slow, steady rhythm with her hands, working to gently milk her partner of as much delicious cum as possible.

That was... she could taste it properly now, Carrie realised belatedly, whereas at first Emily’s cock had been so deep in her mouth that her cum had surged down her throat almost without touching her tongue. It was only then that she realised that Emily was pulling back from her, withdrawing her cock achingly slowly along the inside of her mouth, except... except Carrie could still feel her lips brushing up against the base of her thick shaft, and that didn’t seem to be changing. How could... that didn’t...

It hit her then, right at the moment when she breathed in deeply and was overwhelmed with a sudden rush of cloying, lustful scent from her newly shifted nose. She was changing. Her own face was pushing outwards, sliding into a cow muzzle of her own, one that was big enough to service this or any other cock. Her tongue was growing too, becoming long, wide and flat, perfect for lapping happily at the crotch of whoever she would need to service in the future. She was getting exactly what she wanted, being made into an animal slut, and the realisation of the realness of that was enough to snap her out of it. That was- she had to stop, she had papers to write and jobs to do and friends to keep up with, she couldn’t just... whatever this was, she had to pull away...

Before Carrie could act on that thought, she was interrupted by Emily pulling herself backwards abruptly, and the sudden, gasping emptiness that provoked in Carrie was enough to send all other thoughts tumbling from her mind. She could taste it, feel the slickness of her on her lips, and the still-hard cock was standing right in front of her face, but it wasn’t in her, and the injustice of that was the only thing she could focus on. She should stop, she knew she should stop and get up and walk away, but there was a cock right there and she hadn’t cum yet, and even though she ground her pussy along the ground in a desperate attempt at stimulation it couldn’t begin to touch the ache that she felt. It was maddening; this panting, urgent need, and she couldn’t help but bargain with herself. If she just- if she just got fucked once, right now, then... then after that she could get up and walk away. That... that made sense, right? That wouldn’t be too far? If she just... just got to get fucked this one time, when she needed it so badly, how could that be wrong?

It took her a few seconds to work her mouth enough to form words. “Please,” she gasped. “Please I, m—”

Carrie stopped. She’d felt what was coming and bit down on it, but sound had formed itself automatically from her new mouth that she’d almost unconsciously let it out. That was the line. Somehow she knew it perfectly - making that sound was exactly the line between a brief indulgence and giving in. She’d only just managed to stop herself, but... doing that meant her mouth was closed, and that meant she couldn’t taste Emily again, couldn’t feel her sliding deliciously into her, couldn’t beg to be taken and fucked and—

“Mhmmmm, it’s okay,” Lucy said softly. Carrie had all but forgotten she was there, but at the sound of her voice she turned and saw her leaning back against the table with a satisfied expression on her face, thick strands of slickness dripping from her hard fingers. As she watched, Lucy brought her hand up to her mouth, sending out her long tongue to lick it clean as she smiled contentedly. “Just... mmmm... let it out. All you need to do is... mhmmm... give in, accept it, let yourself mmmooo... and then you can feel so, so good...”

Carrie tried to shake her head to clear it, but all that did was prompt her to breathe in deeply, giving her another dose of that lustful scent. Emily was still just standing there, still hard, still panting, looking down at her and just... waiting. What was she waiting for? Why couldn’t she, she needed to go and stay and leave and fuck and she was dripping, god they were both dripping, and if she reached out her tongue she could taste it, if she just opened her mouth she could—

“I...m, m, I need, have mm... have to mmm...” Carrie stammered. Her head was a whirlwind of desperate urges, and beneath it all was a steady, rising heat. But she couldn’t, she was... she was a student, she was a person, not some cow fuck slut, but there was that heat, the desperate, intoxicating scent of a dripping cock right in front of her pulling her forwards, and with every second she stayed here she felt that one wild noise welling up inside her, demanding to be let out.

Casually, Lucy leaned forward and said, “You have to do it before she’ll fuck you, you know.”

“Mooooo!” Carrie cried. For a second she surprised herself, so unexpected was the noise that she almost couldn’t believe she was the one to make it. But then as soon as she had it was like a dam had been broken, and she couldn’t stop. “Moooo! I- moooo! Please f- moo! Fuck mmMmoo! Fuck mmm-moooo!”

Emily, to her credit, wasted no time. Instantly she had spun Carrie around and pushed her to the ground, plunging her cock into her slick pussy in one fluid movement. The sensation of finally, finally being so perfectly fucked was enough to drive all the words out of Carrie’s mind, so that the only response she could make was an urgent, animal cry; mooing over and over again with every thrust that Emily gave her. It was- it was all she could think to possibly want, just the ability to be fucked over and over again like the nice perfect cowslut she could so happily be.

Somehow, it didn’t take Emily long to finish. Whether the sight of this new convert giving in so utterly was enough to push her over the edge, or if she simply didn’t need that much in the way of prompting anymore, it was only a few short minutes before she held Carrie close and once again came inside her. This time though, the response was electric, as Carrie finally felt the full force of the changes sweep over her. Her breasts swelled outwards, seemingly filled directly from the cum that Emily had pumped down her throat, becoming in mere seconds every bit as round and heavy as Lucy’s, her nipples elongating until they formed perfect teats for her new cowslut tits. Fur sprouted on her skin, starting in the centre of her chest, right where the pooling heat from Emily’s latest deposit was the strongest, before spreading out in a slow, tingling wave to envelop her entire body.

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—

“MMmooooo!” Carrie the cowslut bellowed, finally feeling her climax wash over just her as her cow tail grew out in one sudden spurt from above her rear. And then with that, collapsing heavily to the ground and quietly enjoying the slight ‘slosh’ sound that made, she felt finished.

“Welcome to the herd,” Lucy said happily, leaning down to scratch her softly behind one ear. “Rest up for now, because we’ve got a lot of work to do, and you always were such a good assistant...”