Grab 'Em by the Horns, Pt. 8

Rob and Andi return to their dorm as the transformations come to their end. Samantha comes to check up on Andy, but Rob takes control of the situation.

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The campus was empty, the night stretching like a velvet ribbon between the dorms and the dimly-lit quad. Street-lamps spilled pale yellow over sidewalks, and every footstep echoed in the quiet. Andi’s pace was uneven, her legs wobbling as if they belonged to someone half-asleep. Rob kept a hand lightly on her elbow, guiding and steadying her, but not gripping too tightly. She leaned against him when she needed it, her head brushing his shoulder, hair soft and warm. Her breaths were shallow, voice floating between moos and murmurs.

The next subtle change came in her ears. Rob noticed before she did: the softening and the stretching, the faint flick at the tips that hinted new sensitivity. He blinked, feeling his chest tighten. Her long, black hair fell around them both like a curtain, and he grabbed it in his hands, feeling the silkiness of it.

Andi tilted her head, gazing up at him. Her eyes were glassy and wide, and nearly uncomprehending. “Mmm?” she said. The word was quiet and uncertain, but more than that it carried a soft, musical resonance, almost like a moo trying to form itself into speech.

Rob swallowed, hesitant to speak. “Uh…yeah,” he said finally. “You—you’re…uh…”

His words faltered at the sight of her. She was still changing. It was happening slowly, but with a determination he couldn’t ignore. Her nose had broadened slightly, the bridge expanding, nostrils flaring in the cool air. Not cartoonish, not grotesque, but real. Natural. Something about it made her seem younger, gentler, yet impossibly sweet. Her hands drifted low on her stomach, below the ribs, sliding beneath her hoodie. Rob’s eyes widened as he saw the subtle swell :the warm, round beginnings of a tiny udder pressing softly beneath fabric. Her fingers traced it absentmindedly, circular motions that didn’t quite realize what they were doing.

“Is…that weird?” Andi asked as she lifted up the hoodie and showed him the pink flesh beginning to swell, her words slow and uncertain. Four tiny points were visible even in the low light, poking out of the rounded tissue. She looked up at him, expecting him to know the answer better than her, and her fingers played with the beginnings of her teats.

Rob shook his head, exhaling. “No. Not weird. Not at all.” He couldn’t stop the small thrill that ran through him at how genuinely unconcerned she seemed, how natural it was for her to touch herself there. It was making him warm.

She giggled, a soft and airy sound. Her mouth opened again, forming words that wobbled, then fell into the low hum of a moo. The sound was accidental, instinctual. Andi didn’t flinch. She didn’t even seem to notice. Her breasts shifted subtly beneath the hoodie, fuller now, and pressed clearly against the fabric. Her nipples were just barely visible, tiny bumps against the material. Her hips widened a bit, preserving her athletic frame but softening the angles. The beginnings of her little tail twitched once as she adjusted her balance, something tucked beneath her boxers and pressing against her ass. Every step carried a subtle sway.

Rob’s chest tightened. He could feel the primal pull of her changes, the hum of innocence intertwined with burgeoning sensuality. It made his pulse spike, his hands clench unconsciously. He wanted to take her here, now; but he knew the consequences of being caught, and he was able to keep himself under control.

By the time they reached the dorm doors, Andi’s voice had reduced to a series of soft moos and occasional fragments of phrases. She leaned against him, heavy-lidded and content. Her udder pressed against his side. He could feel it, warm and yielding.

The front door clicked open, and Andi simply pressed her head against his chest and let herself be guided inside.

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Lorraine lay on the couch, a soft, hazy figure beneath the blankets, her chest rising and falling with each long breath. Her curly hair tumbled across her shoulders, an ear twitching occasionally as if aware of some distant noise. Andi mooed in contentment when she saw Lorraine, one of her best friends, and slipped into the couch beside her, fingers brushing Lorraine’s furry, brown thigh.

“Mmm…” Andi murmured, or moooed. The distinction was nearly lost. She rested her head against Lorraine’s chest, feeling her heartbeat, the gentle rhythm of her breath through her wide nose.

Lorraine stirred, eyes fluttering open. “Andi…” Her voice was low, sultry even, honeyed with confusion and pleasure. “You’re back.”

Andi’s fingers twitched across Lorraine’s thigh, circling lazily as they moved higher. “I’m—mmmnn…mmoooo. Mooo!” She tried to speak, but only a single word emerged, swallowed by a soft moo. She giggled, unconcerned.

Lorraine reached out, cupping Andi’s cheek. Her fingers were light but deliberate. “You’re…so soft,” she murmured.

Andi nuzzled into her, moos blending with the occasional syllable she still remembered. It was so hard to remember all her words, but at least Lorraine could understand her. Her small udder pressed into Lorraine’s side, warmth rising her spine. Lorraine reached out to grab Andi’s hoodie and pulled it over her head, giggling when it caught on her breasts. Panic flickered briefly in Andy’s old memories as they slapped against his chest unnaturally—the faint echo of a flat chest flashing through her head—but Andi’s dumb happiness and her giddy, soft-minded comfort, overpowered it. She felt too good to care.

Her wide dumb grin and the pleasure rocketing through her body stole the moment, clarity dissolving like mist in sunlight.

Rob, meanwhile, stood in the bathroom and faced his own reflection. Every movement revealed more changes: muscle thickening, chest and shoulders broadening, thick hair sprouting along his arms and torso. He had horns too, sprouting from the sides of his head as they had walked down into the basement. And they had lengthened nearly four inches longer since then, curving outward, bone-white with subtle points.

His cock and balls had already begun shifting. He could feel the skin thickening between his legs, his testicles eventually pressing against the crotch of his jeans. He groaned, feeling heavy and swollen, and unzipped himself. The equipment that revealed itself to him in the mirror was almost unrecognizable when he pulled his lengthening cock out of his boxers. The tip had already flared—round and thick and flat at the end—dripping with precum that smelled strongly of musk, and it was entirely encased in thick, dark skin. When he tried to wrap his hand around it, he found he could barely touch his thumb to his fingers.

The moos from the couch grew louder, more urgent. Andi squirmed beneath Lorraine, her small hands pressing and rubbing every part of Lorraine’s body, soft noises of pleasure spilling from her without thought. Lorraine lowed, her long face close to Andi’s, and thrust her wide hips against the other cow-girl’s. Then her long, thick tongue peeked out of her mouth, and she shoved it deep into Andi’s mouth in a greedy kiss.

Rob’s body tensed, instincts flaring as he smelled their arousal. He shifted his weight, massive legs pressing into the floor, thick-nailed toes curling slightly as a primal dominance rose through him. His chest heaved. He felt powerful and strong. He smelled the warmth of the girls, the soft, milky scent of their flesh, and it struck him like lightning. He stepped into the living room. His presence was immense, for he stood at nearly seven feet tall now, and he towered over the girls. Andi looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, dumbly happy. Lorraine’s gaze followed, sluggish and half-dreamy. Rob’s deep, vibrating low of control escaped before he could stop it.

The couch sagged beneath them, the weight of bodies and blankets folding like warm dough. Andi lay sprawled beneath Lorraine, her new form soft and pliant, limbs long and lithe, yet with subtle strength underneath. Her hooves—for she had cute little hooves now—dug into the cushions as she adjusted herself. Her udder throbbed gently with each breath, warmth pooling through her torso, every nerve ending alive with the sensation of being touched without really knowing why it felt so good.

Lorraine’s eyes, half-closed, traced Andi’s small frame, the soft swell of her breasts and the gentle curve of her athletic hips. Her keratin-tipped fingers moved almost unconsciously, gliding along Andi’s arm, pressing into her sides, fingertips brushing the subtle, nascent softness of her body. Andi’s response was a low, soft moo, a giddy vibration of pleasure that made Lorraine shiver.

Lorraine leaned closer, whispering, “You’re…so warm…”

Andi giggled. Her clumsy, thick lips barely formed words against her flat teeth anymore, though she tried: “Wha…mm—what’s…happe—mmming…”

The remnants of Andy’s rational mind flickered briefly—an echo of panic as she reached for words that she had forgotten. She remembered who she had been: the studious roommate, the responsible one, the boy who had always been careful. For a moment, she froze, trying to make sense of the confusing scene around her. But then Lorraine leaned into her, eyes unfocused and dreamy. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured. Her hand pressed to Andi’s chest, tracing circles lazily over her swollen breasts.

Lorraine’s touch gradually eroded the fleeting panic. Andi’s old memories, her worries and preferences, dissolved like mist. What was left was a mind filled to the brim with fuzzy, ecstatic confusion.

Rob felt the pull from them, even as they focused on each other. The hair on his body was coarse, curling across chest, arms, and shoulders as it thickened to a nearly black pelt. His face shifted too, wider and longer than either Lorraine’s or Andi’s. His legs were threaded with new muscle, chest wide and thick, shoulders nearly twice the width of his narrow waist. Every breath of his carried power, and an intoxicating scent of rawness.

He had to restrain himself. Or he was pretty sure he did. The couch, filled with the soft forms before him, beckoned. Their moos and moans tugged at something deep inside him. Not just desire, but ownership, primal need. His hands itched, fingers wanting to curl, feet wanting to stamp and claim.

Andi’s eyes met his briefly. Wide. Glassy. Dumb and happy. A giggle slipped out, low and musical, when she realized he was looking at her. That sound alone, fragile and unintentionally seductive, made Rob’s chest tighten again, his control slipping further. Lorraine’s lips parted, murmuring something lost in a mix of moos and breath, and his attention switched back to her. She pressed closer to Andi, fingers gliding along soft curves. Andi pressed back, rubbing her udder absentmindedly, tail twitching softly beneath her ass.

Rob’s muscles grew again with unconscious force. His arms thickened, shoulders broadened as his bones expanded, and the veins along his biceps throbbed with growing strength. His cock and balls—already changing—twitched at every sound and scent, pulsing with increasing awareness of the female forms before him. He knew he was becoming something inhuman, a creature of muscle and instinct, but the need was undeniable, the hunger elemental.

Andi’s transformation continued in slow, teasing increments. Her fingers, now tipped with thick, sensitive nails, grazed her own thighs, her chest rising and falling with unthinking excitement. Her narrow waist drew a striking contrast to the roundness of her hips and ass. Her mind, once a careful and rational one, flickered again. Memories of Andy bubbled up briefly. A panic rose in her chest. I…I’m…An-Andy! Not this, she wanted to say. Words escaped in low moos, garbled syllables. “Mmuh! Mmmooo—andy. Mm-andy. Noooo…muh—moooo!

Lorraine tilted her head, confused, eyes half-lidded, and whispered something incomprehensible. Mandy’s panic faltered. That single rational thought, the need to reclaim who she had been as her memories returned for a moment, weakened under Lorraine’s attention and the pleasure of her own body. She forgot why she had been so upset. The dumb bliss of her new form, and the playful giggle that rose with each touch, overpowered every remaining fragment of Andy’s rationality.

The muscles in Rob’s back grew, rolling beneath the skin like living matter sculpted by some divine, primal hand. His hands, larger than human now, flexed automatically. His horns had grown longer, nearly a foot now, and his tail swished behind him. Every part of him was bestial masculinity. He moved closer to the couch, drawn by scent and sound, by the soft, irresistible forms of Mandy and Lorraine.

They yielded for him, clearing a space on the couch that he could sink into, and crowding around him when he had made himself comfortable. If the old couch had sagged before, then it looked about to fall apart beneath his massive frame. His figure dominated the room, and by now he looked nearly half the size of Lorraine. He snorted, flaring his large nostrils as his face creaked and widened again. His nose was wet, nearly dripping with the scent of arousal that hung over them all. The cock ring dug into him slightly, a reminder of the raw, animalistic heat thrumming through him. He could feel the pull of animal instincts growing inside him.

He…he wanted to ravish the girls who so deeply trusted him now that they were kissing his skin, pawing at his erection and begging him to let them suck on it. He wanted to make them his toys, just holes he could use to pleasure himself over and over and over. That was…right…they were his after all. Weren’t they? And yet, a strange, almost unsettling thrill lingered as he fought to restrain himself; he knew the pull of dominance, the expectation of control, and it aroused him as much as it frightened him. He could do whatever he wanted to them, and they would have to take it. They…they would like it. Rob groaned as blood rushed to his cock, and it twitched against his legs as it began to harden.

Mandy’s intelligence flickered again, ensuring she had no memory of who she was before, or what she was studying. As her thoughts slid from her head, she giggled ecstatically and nuzzled against Robbie’s dense, furry chest. Her body responded without thought, writhing and giggling and moaning each time someone touched her sensitive skin. Every breath became an exploration of the new, sensual reality she inhabited.

Heat pooled between bodies, mixing with the musky, earthy scent of Robbie’s changing body, and the pleasure dripping from swollen, wet pussies. Mandy’s giggles became a constant hum, a soft vibration that pressed against Lorraine’s chest, spilling warmth into every corner of the room. Her hands glided over Mandy’s back, brushing up the sides, feeling the subtle weight and softness of her body. The memories of Laurence flickered weakly in her mind, a half-forgotten echo that twisted and dissolved in the warmth of sensation, in the lazy pleasure of touch.

“Robbie,” Lorraine moaned, knowing he could help her make sense of what she had just forgotten. He would definitely know why she had just thought of herself like she was a bull. That was ridiculous, right?

“Robbie,” Mandy repeated desperately, breaking into pleasured moos as he grabbed her heavy breasts and began to massage them. She needed his attention. He had had all day with Lorraine, and now it was her turn! Desperately, she pawed with stiff fingers at him, whimpering and mooing with need. “Mmm—oooo! Muh—mooo! Need yooooouuu!”

When he heard her speak, pitiful with her need, a sudden calmness passed over Robbie. His breathing slowed, long and deep, and a hungry look passed instantly over his eyes. With a low grunt, he grabbed Mandy—who squeaked and giggled when he lifted her slight body—and lowered her greedily onto his large erection.

Mandy gasped in sharp pain, squirming as she felt him enter her, and fell limply against his body as the pleasure nearly kicked her barely-functioning mind out of her body. She moaned, her vision fuzzy as she reached blindly for his face to kiss him. But she was far too small, and far too empty-headed to properly find him, so Robbie leaned down himself. With one massive hand, he gripped her throat and rubbed his thumb against her windpipe. He pressed softly, feeling his cock grow even longer inside of her when he pressed down and heard her gasp for air.

“Mmmnnn! I’mmmm—mmooo! Yesss—mmmuh! Ahh!”

Mandy began moving herself against Robbie as he continued to thrust into her. She could feel the heat building inside, telling her that something wonderful was coming. It was—what was it? Mandy couldn’t seem to remember what she was waiting for, even as she bounced up and down on his massive bull penis. He was filling every crevice inside her, she was sure of that, and it felt absolutely wonderful. He was…he was…her bull, and she was…his mate…

She giggled when she realized, and her long tail slapped wildly against his legs as she lost control. The tension inside her was building to some kind of climax, but she needed more. Whining needily as she clung to Robbie’s stolid form, she felt him chuckle deep in his chest, and shivered. Her fingers clumsily gripped at the thick hair on his chest, losing hold of it again and again as she bounced harder and harder. She looked so small in his lap, riding his massive cock. Even as her round ass bounced against his huge balls, jiggling with the intensity, she was minute compared to him—he was strong and big and loving—

“Mmm—aaahhh! Mmmmnnghh—! Mmmuuhhh—hhoooo!” Mandy couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from her lips, something between a woman’s moans and a cow’s lowing. She was feeling so tight down there. Was that normal?

Beside her, Lorraine was snuggled against Robbie’s side and slowly rubbing her own erection. The sight of it sent Mandy’s rhythm spiraling, and she had to work really hard to find it again—even with Robbie holding her hips and trying to help her. He was so strong now. She felt so safe and small in his grasp, so full of happiness and pleasure that she felt like she might burst. Wait. Was she going to burst?

Something was building inside of her, and she felt like…like she was going to…explode.

“Nnnnuh—mmm-wait!” she tried to find her words, to tell him she was in danger. It felt really good, but it had to be bad. “Mmmoooo! Moo! Muh—mmooo!”

Robbie moved his hands up to her tiny waist, gripping her securely as he lifted her off his cock and slammed her back down with an increasing pace. He grunted and groaned as he worked closer to orgasm, his cock twitching inside of her. She moaned each time his length filled her, unimaginably wet as fluids leaked down her thighs. It felt sooo good, but she was still worried that something bad—

With one hand, Robbie reached out and grabbed one of her thick nipples, yanking back on it and pulling her forward with him. She cried out in pain, and felt his cock pressing against the skin between her pussy and her asshole, but the cry turned to an unmistakable moan as it turned to molten pleasure. She opened her mouth to warn him again, but at that moment, his cock jerked inside of her.

“Mmuh—mmmmooooooooo!” she lowed in pleasure as his cock swelled even bigger, and his hot seed filled her, spurting so deep into her that her belly swelled slightly, round and taut.

Robbie’s mouth opened as he groaned in orgasmic bliss, and his large, flat teeth sank into Mandy’s shoulder as a reflex. She squeaked in pain, but the pleasure was too great for her to notice. He continued to thrust into her as long as he could feel himself expelling semen, until Mandy’s pussy tightened around him and she mooed with the arrival of her own intense orgasm. Her vision went white, and she nearly fell backwards off the couch in her ecstasy, had Robbie not caught her. Their rhythms fell to the wayside as they pressed into each other as close as possible, Mandy’s breasts squished against his chest and her udder caught against his hard abdomen.

As her orgasm faded and the feeling in her legs returned, the sweat covering her furred body beginning to cool, she felt wetness against her tummy and looked down to see a white, sweet-smelling liquid dribbling from her four inch-long teats. Milk?

“Almost there,” Robbie said breathlessly, before grabbing her chin and kissing her roughly until she forgot about anything else. “Mine.”

The evening stretched, slow and heavy with heat and sex. Mandy pressed against Lorraine as they fought for Robbie’s attention, dumb, happy, and pliant. Rob’s form towered, a perfect balance of human and bull as his muscles bulged and his cock pulsed with desire. He bellowed low, asserting his claim over them, letting every sense and instinct spill into the room.

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Another knock on the door had come earlier, soft and hesitant, but nobody had heard it in their ecstasy, so again it came. Samantha’s voice from the other side sounded anxious and careful, carrying that mix of concern and curiosity that made Robbie’s chest warm with the raw, growing instinct to dominate. After a moment, she opened the unlocked door, and he let her step one tentative foot over the threshold, nose wrinkling as she took in the scent of sex.

Her blue-eyed gaze swept over the room and froze, eyes widening in shocked horror. Bodies tangled atop blankets, moos and soft giggles filling the space. Mandy, tail flicking, hooves curling against the cushions, blissful and dumb, pressed against Lorraine’s side, who herself looked half-dazed as her fingers traced patterns along Mandy’s soft curves.

“W-what’s going on here?” Her throat tightened and her words trembled. Who were these naked women…things? Cows? And why was their blatant sexuality so intoxicating? Sam shook her head and tried to clear the fog beginning to fill it.

Robbie’s eyes narrowed, observing her carefully. His expression lit up not with malice, but with a new hunger. He was so tall now, broader, his long horns curved upwards at the tips. His shoulders were wide and thick, every muscle coiled and ready. His tail flicked once underneath him, the thick hum of his masculinity vibrating through the very cement floor. He stood easily, pulling Mandy off his massive cock and leaving the girls behind him on the couch, and moved toward her slowly. Each step was deliberate and measured, like a predator testing the boundaries of a new prey. His bovine nostrils flared as he took in her scared, female scent, something that made him almost crazy for her. He could smell Mandy on her—an old, stale, greasy smell not nearly as interesting as her own scent.

Samantha froze, heart hammering as Robbie crossed the length of the room in nearly two long steps and stopped before her. She instinctively stepped backward and tried to shrink away from him. The apartment walls hemmed her in. She realized, a fraction too late, that leaving wasn’t an option. His bold, animal musk was thick in her nostrils as he pressed her against the wall with one massive hand. She could barely breath it was so strong, nearly choking on the smell, as she shrank below him, her body too terrified to move.

She…she couldn’t stop looking down at the long, flopping dick between his legs, and the thick, dark ballsack hanging low beneath it. They looked so…heavy. His foreskin, already wet with precum, was mottled black and pink, with tiny patches of white. Actually, it was kind of pretty if she thought about it—

Wait, what the hell? Why had she just thought that? His penis wasn’t pretty. Or hot, for that matter. She glanced down again, her eyes drifting away from his intense gaze to make sure she was right. Exactly. His big, thick bull cock, dripping and bending with its own weight as it tried to stand erect, was not nice to look at, at all. Even though she could see the thick veins running through it, and the image of Robbie as he began to slowly rub himself made her mouth fall open again, she didn’t like it. Even though it made her entire body thrum when she looked at it, she definitely did not like his bull cock.

Her vision clouded over for a moment as she stared at his erection. She licked her lips, swallowing slowly and feeling the buzz of her lips with each sensation. Robbie continued to stroke himself with both hands, more fluid leaking from the wide tip. If she…if she could just…touch it…

Sam’s eyes crossed, and she began to raise one arm, reaching forward needily toward his balls. They were so big. She wanted to hold them in her hands and feel how heavy they were. She wanted to know what they felt like in her mouth, what they tasted like. There was nothing wrong with that, right? Samantha licked her lips again as she slid partway down the wall. Her eyes were clued to his testicles, and she imagined how the musky black tissue would taste. “Mmmhh,” she moaned as her mouth began to water. She opened her mouth and leaned her head forward, sticking her tongue out as she moved toward him. If she could have one taste, one touch, one suck. She needed it. More than anything she had ever needed anything before. There was nothing wrong with having just a little taste.

Right?

As Samantha’s nose pressed into the soft space between his cock and balls, Robbie shuddered above her. She blinked, and in a moment the fog in her head was gone, and she cried out in horror when she saw the mutated, animalistic genitals so close to her face. Oh god, what the fuck had she almost done? What was wrong with her?

He was…some kind of monster…with Rob somewhere underneath? She thought she could recognize his eyes in the monstrous bovine face of the gigantic bull man breathing in her scent.

“R-Rob,” she whispered, trying to find her words, and whimpered with a soft noise.

Robbie slammed her shoulders roughly against the cinderblock wall, dominating her space as he leaned in and took another huff in the crook of her neck. She could feel the cold, damp sensation of his nose, and she shivered weakly in his grip. Her skin felt electrically charged where he had touched her, and the smell of his body, earthy and male, washed over her. Unbidden, a half-needy, half-frightened whine squeaked out of her throat. Her eyes widened as she felt the pull of energy emanating from him. She couldn’t step back. She couldn’t open the door. She couldn’t think clearly. Her mind raced, but her body betrayed her instinct, responding to his sheer presence.

Samantha’s hands trembled, brushing against the door for balance. “I-I just…I wanted to see if Andy…his shift—I thought something happened…”

Her voice faltered as Robbie’s shadow eclipsed her, chest rising with the rhythmic power of his body. Robbie’s tail flicked across her legs, and she flinched even though it only tickled. The motion was slow and teasing, sending a shiver up her spine. His massive hands—covered in thick, dark nails—hovered near her hips. The promise of his touch on her waist made her stomach tighten and knees buckle slightly.

He shifted his weight again, pressing his hips firmly against hers, letting her feel the full force of his bulk. His body was heavy against hers, and she could feel his massive, bare cock pressing against her abdomen. It twitched against her shirt and she gasped, feeling a tremor between her legs. How was he turning her on this much? She already had a boyfriend, and she definitely didn’t like animals! This bull man was not supposed to be sexy, even as muscular and dominating as he was. Even if he was starting to smell really good, and he knew how to make her skin even more sensitive, even if he was so big. Every instinct screamed caution, but every nerve was beginning to buzz with a mixture of fear and forbidden curiosity.

“Rob…?” she whispered again, her voice catching as she whimpered. She glanced over her shoulder at the couch, hoping the other cow mutants would help her. Mandy and Lorraine were still there, limbs tangled together, giggles and unconscious moos drifting softly from their lips. The sight made Samantha’s breath hitch; the room felt impossibly hot and charged.

Robbie’s hand moved to her hips, pressing her ass back against the door as his fingers brushed over her shirt. His eyes, dark and deep, held hers with an almost hypnotic pull. She felt herself leaning in slightly without thinking, heart racing, the heat of his body against hers more intense than her mind could process. The…the feeling of his c-cock pressing into her—so hot and erect—made her wet, the lips of her pussy slick as they rubbed together between her thighs. Why was this so…good? Samantha’s eyes crossed, heavy-lidded and blushing, as she took another lungful of his musk. As her eyes slipped closed for a moment, the ghost of a smile crossed her face as her mouth went slack, and her jaw fell open.

Then, with a deliberate and controlled motion, Robbie pulled the thick, silver cock ring off his erection and unhooked the latch so that it swung open like a kind of key ring. Then he shoved it up into Samantha’s nostrils, pushing the metal through her empty nose ring and locking it together again so it hung like a cow’s ring. Her body shuddered with a mix of confusion and arousal, and she reached up to touch the smooth, warm metal. It smelled of his cock, his seed, and her fingers slipped through it as she pressed her own hips forward into him. She was…marked, she realized, made his somehow, and her knees nearly gave out at the thought.

Samantha gasped, suddenly pulling back when she blinked and realized how close he was. But he followed her movement, his thick, furry chest pressing against her breasts as he laid more of his weight atop her. He didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. Her body responded despite every rational thought screaming to flee.

He breathed hot against her ear, hands moving upward to grab her breasts in their bra and squeeze. Sam moaned, her new nose ring settling against her top lip, teased into helpless ecstasy. She trembled, and her pussy thrummed with each pulse of the blood in his cock. The weight of his bull-like body against her own was intense and suffocating…but she was starting to like it. Her legs threatened to give way as she whimpered and squirmed under Robbie’s weight, but his hips held her up almost by themselves. He grunted, stamping his hoof impatiently beside Sam’s foot, and she gasped at how close it had come to crushing her toes. Then he grabbed her erect nipples and twisted them over her shirt, and she nearly collapsed from the painful pleasure.

“N-Noooo,” she moaned, her hands pressing weakly at Robbie’s strong, taut stomach. He was so muscular. As he continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples, she found herself moving in response to his attention, and pressed her chest forward against her better judgment.

Mandy let out a high-pitched, silly giggle, tail flicking over Lorraine’s thick legs, hooves splaying playfully against the cushions. She pressed her long face into Lorraine’s fuzzy shoulder, utterly absorbed in the warmth and soft touches she was giving, her mind too foggy to hold onto reason. Her moos were melodic and unthinking, rising into little laughs when Lorraine pressed a finger along her soft udder with a smile or ran a hand along her sleek, slender form.

Robbie’s hands moved slowly and deliberately, working Samantha toward something. She swallowed hard, chest rising and falling quickly, nerves alight, as the scent of him—primal, male—enveloped her.

“You…mmmnn…you don’t have to—” Sam began, voice trembling, unable to stop herself from moaning.

Mandy’s giggles floated across the room like chiming bells. She wiggled her ass against Lorraine, rocking her hips slightly as her pussy grew wet again. “Haha—m-mmmoooo!” she laughed, and then mooed. She touched herself absentmindedly, stroking her udder and squeezing her long, pink teats, her face flushed and dreamy. Words no longer mattered. Thought no longer mattered. Her body hummed with a silly, sweet pleasure, a constant low hum of bliss that made everything else fade away into the background.

Lorraine, sleepy and half-lost in her own fog of warmth, murmured softly, pressing closer to Mandy. Her voice was honeyed and slow. “You’re…so soft—mmmuuhhh…so warm…” She traced her fingers along Mandy’s tiny waist and generous hips, mesmerized by the curves that contrasted with Mandy’s athletic frame. Mandy leaned against her, lowing happily, barely registering Lorraine’s words. Her brain had all but melted; the last vestiges of worry and self-awareness slipped away as her body simply delighted in touch.

Finally, after a moment that stretched like molasses, Robbie eased his hands away from Samantha, letting her stagger forward slightly as she fell away from the door. Her chest heaved and her pussy tingled pleasurably; she gripped the ring in her nose absently, unsure. She had been dominated, overwhelmed, marked by the raw power in the room; and though a part of her wanted to stay, the rest of her body screamed for escape.

Robbie’s deep rumble followed her as she turned. “Go,” he grunted, no longer interested in her, though the sheer weight of his presence still lingered on her body.

Samantha didn’t hesitate. She stumbled back toward the door, fumbling with the handle, fingers slippery with sweat and nerves jangling. It was too much. Far, far too much. She needed to get out, before she could no longer stop herself from staying. Her feet moved faster, heart hammering. She let the door slam behind her, echoing down the hallway, and leaned against it briefly to catch her breath. She gulped for air as her heart finally began to slow; despite herself, she could feel her pussy still tingling between her sensitive thighs. God, she felt so horny right now, but thought it would be really inappropriate to masturbate about what had just happened. That was some kind of assault, wasn’t it? Sam shivered, her body prickling with the remnants of pleasure flowing through her body

She was safe…and yet, something inside her had been irrevocably marked. Either way, she had to go meet her study group.

Mandy didn’t notice the door closing, or Samantha’s sudden departure. She had found Lorraine’s large, feminine cock again, having forgotten about it when it was hidden below the blankets, and mooed happily. Lorraine laughed softly, resting a delicate hand on Mandy’s head as the dumb little cow wrapped her mouth around the member, eagerly sucking and licking with her thick bovine tongue as she pushed the cock toward the back of her throat.

Robbie watched her, a low bellow rumbling deep in his chest, as he thought how wonderful they were, how wonderful he was. They were absolutely beautiful, and they were all his. Every muscle was coiled and ready to take what belonged to him. He stepped closer, long, thin horns gleaming faintly. He let out a low, guttural bellow that vibrated through the floor, through the walls, through the very air of the apartment. He was in full control. The room trembled with the thick, slow burn of unrelenting, sensual energy.

He was a bull now in every sense: massive, powerful, and commanding. The two females before him—Mandy, blissfully dumb and endlessly pliable; and Lorraine, dreamy, half-aware, and sweet—were completely caught unaware of his presence.

And he would make sure he enjoyed them.