ROYAL REWARD: To Love RuPG, Part 2 (Digitization, TG, Body Control, Doggirl TF, Cowgirl TF)

Riko lay in the bed of a digital inn and shivered, her body aching with exhaustion, as Mikan scrolled through the skill menu looking for parts of her to boost. 

“Hmm,” said the younger woman, pinching her chin in thought. “There are so many options I don’t know what to pick! Maybe I’ll just leave them until I find a use for them.” 

Please, thought Riko in relief.

“On the other hand…” Mikan’s lips curled into a smile. “...it would be pretty funny to put all your points into Boob or Butt Size.” 

No! Anything but that! 

Mikan laughed. “Well, I’ll have to think about it. In the meantime…” Clicking away at the controller, she wrenched Riko’s buxom avatar off the bed and up onto her feet. Re-equipping the maid outfit–and leaving Riko to tremble at the thought of how its Obedient trait might be used against her again–she jerked the joystick and sent her marching out of the room like a toy soldier. Riko could only wince with each step. 

Downstairs, the inn’s bar was as busy as any classic fantasy tavern: men and women filled every available seat and thronged the counter, either quaffing from their mugs or slamming them against the bar to demand more. Of course, while a typical fantasy tavern had its share of chainmail bikinis, it didn’t have quite as many men in leather underwear…

Ignoring the bustle, Mikan led Riko to the quest board in search of something else to do. “Maybe we can find some more interesting outfits,” she mumbled as they walked. 

Halfway across the room, a message appeared in the game’s chatbox. Mikan squinted at the screen, struggling to read it. “Race change items? For sale?” 

The speaker turned out to be a player on the other side of the room: a halfling dressed like a gimp, whose leatherclad cock was the largest part of his body. Mikan steered Riko straight over to him. 

“Hi,” she typed, fumbling with the in-game keyboard. “Can I buy an item off you?” 

“What do you want?” typed the halfling. “I’ve got a Cow Bell, Slime Potion, Dog Collar, Succubus Tattoo Kit… The works.” 

Mikan blushed. “They have races like that in this game too?” She bit her lip as she resumed typing. “How much for a Dog Collar?” 

Oh no…

The halfling stated his price, and Mikan handed over the requisite amount. Adding the Dog Collar to Riko’s inventory, she wasted no time in marching her outside to try it. 

“Now,” she said, “how exactly do I use this? Do I just equip it?” Opening Riko’s inventory, she selected the Collar and did so. 

With a simple pop, the Collar appeared around Riko’s neck. In the same instant, her maid outfit vanished, leaving her utterly naked. She squealed, wishing she could cover herself, but the item had other ideas: a wave of tingling washed through her, seizing control of her nerves and slamming her down onto her hands and knees. Stuck there, she could only groan inside as the tingling tickled her ears and her tailbone. The former melted into her head and reappeared atop it, sprouting from her hair as a pair of furry dog’s, while the latter trembled and produced a matching fluffy tail, long and hairy and–to her horror–wagging. 

Riko’s jaw dropped. “Woof?” she said. Her jaw slammed shut. Had she just barked?! 

Outside the game, Mikan burst into laughter. “It makes them act like a dog too?!” She almost dropped the controller as a fit of laughter shook her. “This game is so good. What can you do like this?” 

She thumbed the joystick again. Instead of returning to her feet like she’d expected, Riko found herself bounding forward on all fours instead, tongue lolling from her mouth and her tail wagging in excitement. She wanted to die. How can this get any more embarrassing? 

“Hey, what’s this meter about?” asked Mikan. “This wasn’t here before.” 

Riko followed her gaze to a little meter under her stamina bar. It was bright yellow, and slowly filling–already, it was near 100%. 

Riko felt a sudden sense of trepidation. What was going on? Why did she feel so weird all of a sudden? It took her a moment to place the sensation: her bladder! Her bladder felt like it was going to burst! 

In the corner of the screen, the yellow bar continued to fill until at last it could fill no more. The instant it hit 100%, someone seized control of Riko’s body–and this time it wasn’t Mikan. With a whine, she lifted a leg and casually widdled all over the side of a building. As she emptied her bladder, Pee Meter dropping slowly back down to zero, something else filled her body instead: sheer embarrassment. 

Players and NPCs alike looked at her and laughed in amusement or turned away in disgust. Riko wanted to curl up into a ball and die, but alas she could only stand there and keep pissing, panting happily. 

“Ew,” said Mikan, squinting in disgust too. “Why would they give the dog-girl race a piss mechanic? That’s so weird…” She shrugged. “Well, whatever… I guess I might as well get some use out of this item, seeing as I paid for it…” 

Tightening her grip on the controller, she wiggled the joystick in a circle. At her command, Riko finished peeing, shook herself a little, and casually waddled on with a care in the world. Her tongue, lolling out of her mouth, flapped from side to side with every eager step she took. 

As she bounded on through the streets of the disgustingly generic medieval city this stupid game was set on, she happened to encounter another of her new form’s strange mechanics: skidding to a stop, she sniffed the air excitedly. Wh-what can I smell? And why is it so delicious? Before she knew it, Riko found herself drooling. And not just from her mouth.

“H-hey!” cried Mikan. “What’s going on? Why can’t I control her? H-heey!” 

Ignoring her, Riko set off, surging through the streets in search of the source of the incredible smell. She couldn’t control herself either, but for once she didn’t want to. Whatever the source of the strange smell was, she wanted nothing more than to get it in her mouth.

Rushing through the streets, she found herself out of the back of what seemed like a brothel. Ears twitching, she could hear the moans and screams coming from inside. 

Hidden behind the building, an elf stood on a barrel, surreptitiously peeking through one of the brothel’s little windows. His face flushed, red, and his breathing came out steamy. His hand, lost in his pants, bobbed up and down, up and down…

Skidding to a stop at the base of the barrel, Riko yapped excitedly. The elf spun around with a startled squeal, and as he did Riko realized to her horror what she was smelling. Oh no. Please, please let it be anything but–

“Oh, it’s just a little doggy,” said the elf, hopping off the barrel and looking down at her. “What’s the matter, puppy? Looking for a bone?”

 “Oh, it’s that stupid pun again,” said Mikan, rolling her eyes. “Can’t I control this?” 

Seeing Riko’s wagging tail, the elf laughed. “Well, I got a bone for you right here, puppy. Why don’t ya get a taste of this…?” With a laugh, he pulled down his pants. 

As the sight of his giant, precum-dripping shaft filled her eyes, a terrible sense of hunger rolled through Riko’s body. “Oooh…” Moaning, she drooled from both holes at once, unable to keep herself from scooting a little closer, opening wide, and–

Grabbing her ears, the elf wrenched her head forward. In the same instant, he thrust his cock into the depths of her mouth. 

“Mmmphf!” As its tip slammed into her throat, Riko screamed. Externally in joy, and internally in horror. “Mmmphf! Mmmphf!” Her tail wagged happily. No! No, not again! 

Tightening his grip on her head, the elf pulled back and thrust once more, filling her jaws with his awful, sticky shaft. She moaned as she tasted the salty taste of his precum–Oh God, make it stop! Worse than the taste was the feeling of it throbbing inside her, veins pulsing as it grew ready to burst. Nnn~! 

Outside the game, Mikan bit her lip and blushed. “The dog race isn’t as bad as it looks,” she admitted with a smirk.

Lapping at the elf’s cock like it was the sweetest treat in the world, Riko couldn’t disagree with her more. Get it out of me! she thought, wishing she had even the slightest ability to pull away. Ignoring her wishes, her body continued to suckle and slurp happily, her tail flicking from left to right with an eager energy. She couldn’t even slow down. 

Finally, things reached their inevitable conclusion: Riko felt the elf’s cock twitch in her lips, and just like that, her mouth was full of semen. Thick and salty, so intensely, intensely, salty, it left her wanting to throw up. Instead, she swallowed it greedily and yapped for more, sucking away happily. 

The elf’s eyes rolled back in their sockets. “H-hey! That’s enough! Jeez, girl, that’s enough! Stop sucking! Stop–Nnn~!” 

*

The halfling in the gimpsuit cocked his head as Mikan marched Riko back to him. “Hi again,” she typed. “I’d like to buy a different item, please.” 

“Oh?” His suit squeaked. “Not satisfied with the Collar?” 

Mikan didn’t respond. “What else do you have?” she said at last.

“Let’s see… there’s still plenty of good stuff. How about the Cow Bell? Or the Slime Potion?” 

“Hmm…” Outside the game, Mikan frowned. Inside, Riko felt a terrible sense of trepidation. What would she pick this time?

Mikan typed away slowly. “They’re not going to have any, er, weird mechanics with them like the Dog Collar, are they?”

“Oh no!” replied the gimp. “I guarantee it!” 

Mikan frowned. “Well, in that case, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try the Cow Bell.” 

“Excellent choice~,” said the gimp, with a knowing smile. Presumably–it was hard to tell. 

*

This time, Mikan waited till Riko was far away from the city before equipping the item. Whether this was because she was afraid of other people seeing Riko under its strange effects or simply because she wanted a change of scenery, Riko didn’t know, but she hoped it was the former.

The sun shone high above, and the dirt of the country road crunched beneath her feet as she strolled onward, her maid uniform flapping in the mild breeze. Off in one of the nearby fields, a cow mooed forebodingly. Riko shuddered–she really couldn’t wait to get this over with. 

“Hmm,” said Mikan at last. “I guess we’re far enough away from the city now.” She spun Riko around, clearly double-checking to make sure no-one was watching. “If this turns out to be another weird one, at least I can just take it off.” 

Riko swallowed as she opened their inventory and scrolled to the Bell. Here we go…

With a single tap of a button, Mikan selected ‘equip’, and Riko flinched as the bell appeared. dangling from a collar around her neck. In an instant, her maid outfit vanished, replaced by a tightly fitting cowprint bikini, which made her squeal as it dug into her boobs and her buttcrack. Unfortunately, the changes weren’t over yet.

As Riko flushed at how exposed she was, her boobs pulsed, rippling as if slapped. All of a sudden, she felt a terrible tension inside them, an incredible pressure, as if they’d been filled near to bursting. Sure enough, drops of milk squirted from her teats, pouring straight through her top–she moaned and clasped her breasts, squeezing them tight in a futile attempt to make it stop.

If she’d expected the growth to slow once she grew too big for her bra, she was wrong: if anything, it picked up speed. Riko could only moan as her boobs swelled and bloated, fat spilling around the straps of her top as her rising breasts slowly sucked it inside them. By the time they stopped, she had a difficult time staying on her feet. Their enormous weight threatened to drag her down at any second. 

“Holy cow,” said Mikan, munching on a stick of pocky as she looked through the window of the screen. “I didn’t realize they’d get that big.” 

Riko’s knees trembled; with a gasp, she collapsed. Striking the ground, she could only kneel there and moan, massaging her new boobs and desperately hoping they’d shrink. The feeling of them in her hands–fat and squishy, weighty and full–made her want to screw up her eyes and groan. She didn’t know if she’d be able to get back on her feet. 

“Wait, is that another bar?” said Mikan. “Urgh, this better not be anything stupid like last time…” 

Heart pounding in horror, Riko’s eyes snapped to the corner of the screen, and sure enough she found a little white bar sitting where the Pee Bar had been. Oh no. A bead of milk dripped from her teat; she whimpered. The fuller the bar grew, the greater the pressure in her boobs. She could only moan as it rose into the higher percentages.

Of course, the changes weren’t over yet. Even as she moaned, she felt a fresh tinging in her tailbone: looking back over her shoulder, she groaned to see a thin tail sprouting from just above her backside, black and white with a tuff of hair at the end. She stared as it flicked lazily from left to right.

A sudden blast of pressure in her boobs snatched her attention back to them. “Moo! Mooo!” With a gasp, she clapped her hands over her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

Her head tingled, and a pair of horns poked their way up through her hair. With that, the transformation appeared to come to an end. 

“Moooo!” With a wild moan, Riko fell to her knees and lay there trembling, desperately trying to knead her breasts and squeeze the milk out of them. Wrapping her hands around them, she pressed hard and struggled to squeeze them together, but all she achieved was digging her fingers into the fat. A bolt of pleasure struck her instantly; she screamed, It had no right to feel as good as it did. 

Breathing hard, she fought to recover. What was happening to her? It couldn’t be this hard to milk a cow, could it? Trembling, she wrapped her hands around her breasts and squeezed again, but once more she accomplished nothing more than making herself want to orgasm. Her boobs rolled over and around each other like a pair of water balloons, but no matter how hard she squeezed, she couldn’t get a single drop to come out of them. Worse, she felt fuller with the second. 

“What happens if the bar reaches full?” asked Riko, curiously. “Will she explode or something…?” 

Panic flashed through Riko’s brain. What would happen if the bar reached 100%? Looking up, she watched in horror as it rose, rapidly reaching 90% and stretching on towards 100. She breathed deep, struggling to calm herself. Maybe if she calmed herself down, the process would slow?

Actually, it seemed to speed it up. Happy cows make more milk, after all. 

Finally, the bar reached 100%--Riko braced herself. For an instant, nothing happened. She dared to open one eye and look around, wondering if she’d misread it. This wasn’t all that ba–

Riko exploded. 

With an orgasmic scream, she threw herself back, thick torrents of milk flying from her teats even as a matching stream of nectar poured from her pussy. Landing on her back, she lay there twitching, her enormous breasts flopping over her sides as she lay there and groaned, struggling to regain her energy. Milk poured down her sides in thick rivulets, rapidly forming a large puddle beneath her. 

“Oh, so that’s what happens,” said Mikan, wiggling her joystick. Riko groaned.

*

Several minutes passed before Riko recovered a semblance of composure. Hauling herself back to her feet, she wrapped her arms around her boobs and tried to take some of the weight off her spine–her bra was doing nothing. 

Biting her lip, she looked up at the bar hovering over her head like the blade of guillotine. It was already 50% full again. 

She slammed her legs together, trembling in remembered ecstasy. This was impossible! How was she supposed to live like this? At this rate, she’d explode another twenty or more times before she even got back to the town! 

“Hmm,” said Mikan, who clearly had similar if less pressing concerns. “Maybe there’s some sort of fast travel option… I guess I could just unequip the bell, too, but where’s the fun in that?” 

She wiggled the joystick. Riko could only squeak as she marched forward, on through the countryside, her gigantic breasts wobbling with each step like a pair of enormous jellies. She could feel the milk sloshing inside them as she moved, which really wasn’t how boobs work, but she was in terrible danger of being dragged to the floor as it shifted all the same. Screwing up her eyes, she hugged them harder and mooed plaintively for someone to help her. “Moo!” 

Above, the Milk Bar rose a little fuller with each step. She bit her tongue and looked around. “Mooo! Mooo!” Someone, please!

*

In the end, she exploded another four times before they found something promising. On the horizon sat a squat little farm, all red-painted barns and hay bales and, in the fields: a herd of cowgirls munching at the grass.

Riko felt a flush of embarrassment. This game was the worst! 

She would have turned and marched away out of sheer disgust at that point, but her boobs were so full she could practically hear the skin squeaking with the strain, and she wanted nothing more than to solve the problem before it literally blew up in her face. Biting her lip, she looked around. Surely this kinda place would have someone who could help her? 

A horn tooted behind her. Turning around at Mikan’s command, she stared as a little red tractor trundled up the road towards her. So much for the medieval aesthetic…

A young man in a plaid shirt sat in the driver’s seat. Bringing it to a stop beside her, he hopped off, giving Riko an excellent view of his denim pants. And the monster tucked down one of his pant legs. 

Riko slammed her own legs together, heart pounding faster and faster. Biting her lip, she tried to look away, but the musk of cock was thick in the air, and she soon found herself drawn inevitably back to it. As she fought herself, her Milk Bar flashed and filled, rising fuller and fuller as in tune with her emotions. 

Looming over her, his bulge in her face, the farmhand laughed. “What’s the matter, girl? You hop the fence? You musta been running around out here for a while; you’re looking mighty full. When was the last time anyone milked ya?” 

“Mooo!” cried Riko, hating how pleading she sounded. “Moo!” Please, you have to do something! 

“Hold on, hold on now!” said the farmhand, raising his own hands. “Lemme just grab a bucket off the trailer.” He returned several seconds later with said bucket and a stool, which he plopped on the ground in front of her. Taking a seat, he gestured for her to lean forward. “Awright, let’s take a look at those big fat milkers for ya, shall we?” 

“Mooo!” Riko screamed in relief. She couldn’t believe she’d actually found something. 

Wrapping his thick, callused hands around her left tit, he guided it over the bucket and aimed her tit down. This done, he squeezed–squeezed hard. Riko could only scream at the pressure on her breast and the pleasure it sent coursing through her nerves–she felt as if his hands were electrified. 

Milk shot from his teat, thick and rich and creamy. She moaned in relief, screwing up her eyes and shivering as her Milk Bar slowly emptied. She’d never felt such release in her life. 

Working her breast like a tube of toothpaste, the farmhand rapidly emptied it over its contents. By the time he was done, the bucket was almost full, and Riko found herself sitting in a puddle of her own juices. “Moo~,” she said, feeling like the happiest little cowgirl on the ranch. 

“Jeez, we’re gonna need a bigger bucket,” said the farmhand. “We’ll, let’s do what we can do.” He wrapped his hands around her right breast and repeated the procedure–Riko could only scream in utter ecstasy.

By the time he finally stopped, the bucket was practically overflowing. As was the second, smaller bucket he’d happened to find on the trailer.

“Phew!” he said, standing and stretching. “You were really backed up there, Bessie. Come on, let’s get you up in the trailer and back in the farm with your friends, huh?” 

Lying there on her back, body on fire with delight, Riko could only emit a feeble moo in protest. “Moo…” 

“Hey!” cried Mikan, wiggling the joystick furiously. “Come on, I don’t want to go to the farm!” 

Throwing Riko over his shoulder, the farmhand hauled her to the trailer and carefully placed her on her side besides the buckets of her own milk. Mind aflame and bubbling, she lay there and giggle, watching it slosh through bleary eyes. 

With a grumble from the engine, the tractor started to roll forward.

*

By the time Riko regained her composure, she was lying on a bed of straw in a little pen in a barn. Blinking, she sat up and looked around, unsure what was happening. The last thing she remembered, the farmhand had been about to milk her. The big, strong, well-endowed farmhand…

Speaking of: “There, now you’re all home and safe,” he said, looking over the fence of the pen at her. “Then again, those boobs don’t look like they’re filling up quite as fast as they should be anymore… When was the last time you were bred, Bessie?”

“M-moo?” B-bred? 

The farmhand shrugged. “Well, never mind. A little extra breeding never hurt a cow. And besides, you’re not the only one who’s pent-up…” Throwing himself over the side of the pen, he unbuckled his belt. It dropped to the floor with a clank from the buckle, followed shortly by his pants, and his underwear both.

Riko stared, entranced, as the farmhand took his cock in hand and stroked it to full erection. It was so big she almost couldn’t believe it–it looked more like some specialty sausage than a real human penis! 

“Y’ready, girl?” he asked, holding it over her face. 

“M-moo!” The instant Riko took a sniff, all thought of resistance left her mind. Something in that smell, in the musk or the pheromones, triggered an instinctive reaction in her new cowgirl mind. She wanted it. She wanted it desperately. “Mooo! Mooo!” Breed me! Breed me! Before she knew it, she’d thrown herself at him, mouth open wide to suck his cock. 

The farmhand laughed and pushed her away. “Come on, girl, you know we can’t do it with that girl. Y’aint gonna get pregnant if you swallow all the good stuff.” While she whined, he took her by the shoulders and spun her around, smacking her ass so she instinctively lifted it. “There we go.” Pulling down her bikini bottoms, her exposed the fat lips of her pussy, still steaming with excitement. “Much better…” Taking his cock in hand, he guided its fat tip towards her cunt. 

As its tip nuzzled her sex, Riko threw back her head in a wild scream of delight. “Moo! Moooooo!” An instant later it entered her proper, and that ecstasy instantly transformed into a mind-shattering storm of pleasure, a laser beam that penetrated her from one end to the other, scorching her nerves and scouring her brain of all other thought in the process. She screamed, screamed and shook. “Mooo! Mooooo!” 

With a thin laugh, the farmer thrust. Plap! Plapplap! Her asscheeks clapped with each pump, while her boobs, still so leaky, shook and jiggled like bags of jelly. Riko could only screw up her eyes and moan, louder and louder, as blast after blast of irresistible pleasure shot through her body like the shockwaves of sequential bombs, leaving her drooling and moaning, her eyes filled with love for her owner’s cock. She wanted nothing more than for him to breed her forever. 

Plapplap! Plapplap! “Moooooo!” Please, get me pregnant! 

Tightening his grip on her ass, the farmhand did his best to oblige her.

Finally, with one last titanic thrust, he grunted hard and filled her with the good stuff. Riko screamed again as she felt it inside her: warm and sticky, impossible filling. Oooh, it felt like he’d pumped her belly full of the stuff.

With a laugh, the farmhand pulled out and gave her a playful slap. “There, that should do you for a day or two.” 

Riko collapsed, pussy dripping. “Moo…!” No… I don’t wanna wait that long! Breed me nooow…! “Moo!” She tried to climb out of the pen and chase him, but she didn’t have the strength. 

As she collapsed, she heard a familiar ding! 

“Oooh,” said Mikan, outside. “More skill points!”