Mass Shift: How now blue cow (Monthly tale - 23) X

(Woman into cow)*

Long before the Commander and the dark truths about the universe’s past came out, long before the Asari reached the Citadel, Thessia was already a jewel in the starry void.

The planet of Goddess, with its vast seas and lush vivid green meadows and it’s mountains composed of deep dark rock, full of riches and fortunes to be made.

A planet inhabited by the daughters of Athame: The Asari.

Exquisitely beautiful, talented with biotec, mistresses of technology, courageous, diplomatic, adventurous and with lifespans of many centuries.

To human eyes a species of angelic sirens with skins that ranged from blue to purple, a universal beauty that wasn’t broken by their manes of rigid tentacle-like scalp-crests.

For many, a dream made reality, a heavenly planet of blue women, even if, at that point, before they explored the stars, gender had little meaning to the Asari.

It was the midday of their space-crafting age, the stage of sluggish planetary exploration before they gained an understanding of the Mass Relays network.

The whole race knew that their small steps were getting shorter, they needed a big jump forward and that responsibility was put on the shoulders of another commander.

Xala T'Loa.

The last hero of the short Republic Wars that had brought about the unification of the Asari.

A warrior revered by the entire planet, praised and respected by peers and enemies.

On that blue tinted night she stood on that polished balcony looking down at the green fluorescent sea.

Xala was naked, a perfectly formed body with it’s dark purple hairless skin adorned by a few scars here and there, the nipples topping her round medium sized breasts were stiff, she had only four very short tentacles on her crest that didn’t even reach down to the nape of her neck.

In the distance she could see the lights from the platform being built in the middle of the sea, the tall, sharply pointed white structure shone ominously in front of her eye-line as tireless workers completed the final preparations for tomorrow.

She shivered.

Her battle trained ears caught the soft naked steps coming up from behind, they calmed the shaking, even more so when the soft hand touched her arm from behind.

Xala looked back at Matriarch T'Soni.

Her partner.

Her lover.

The mother of her children.

T’Soni was smaller than Xala, but not frail, her skin a light blue, her crest so long that it reached the middle of her back, she was wearing a piece of semi-transparent white cloth over her shoulders that reached all the way to her feet, it barely covered that ample bust that the commander loved so much.

They moved together, they kissed, the tides breaking on the shore below the balcony.

“My love...” whispered T’Soni, looking up as their lips separated but their bodies kept embracing each other. “It doesn’t have to be you... You don’t have to carry the weight of the Asari on your shoulders.”

Xala smiled.

“Someone has to.”

“But why you?”

“Duty...” Xala looked at the structure rising out of the sea. “I... I want to see what I can find beyond the stars.”

“What you have here... isn’t enough?” the Matriarch omitted an I before the enough.

Xala made sure her lover felt her skin.

“More than enough, it’s my anchor and that’s why I will come back, be sure of that.” the silence of uncertainty dangled over the couple for a heartbeat too long. “And when I’m back there’s something I want.”

“Ask.”

“Let me be a mother.”

T’Soni chuckled, loudly and honestly.

“You will,” she said, fondling one of Xala’s cheeks. “And you will hate it. I brought you something...” the Matriarch opened her other hand, in her palm there was a silver looking ring, which was dark on the inside. “So you don’t forget your promise.”

Xala leant forward to make it easier for her lover.

The Matriarch put the ring on the commander’s left nostril, with her biotic power she made the small trinket glow, it closed over the nostril, piercing and cauterizing the skin, sealing permanently on the warrior’s nose.

Xala didn’t feel any pain at all.

The night was cold, yet they only felt warmth.

...

Even with the bodysuit beneath, the plates of the jump-suit were exasperatingly heavy, and that was without having in  account the equipment Xala was carrying on her back. Dark armor made to withstand the immense power of a mass jump and leave the jumper safely at their destination.

In between the flickering shadows Xala stood impatiently, holding the suit helmet under her left arm, she touched her nose ring and breathed deeply.

The elevator reached the gangway to the platform.

Without hesitation the commander came out, her steps loud and weighty as she walked the short path to the round launching platform, feeling the eyes of all the Asari on her back.

Xala climbed the short stairs and stood in the designated area in the centre, automatically two hooks attached to the base of her boots.

She looked up at the control room above her, hanging above the sea at a safe distance from the platform, if she squinted her eyes she could see the operatives inside the room making the very final preparations for the first mass jump ever.

The waves crashing in the distance, after nodding the commander put on the suit helmet, it sealed around her neck, detaching her from the outside world with the sound of pressurization.

It was dark inside the helmet for a few seconds before the internal lights activated, showing the outside world to Xala and a bunch of useful information about the environment and herself.

A voice spoke inside the helmet.

“You receiving us, commander T'Loa?”

“Affirmative.”

“Equipment check please”

Xala did just that, with her hand she checked that everything in her backpack was present and correct, especially the landing beacon for her return journey.

“All correct.”

“Received, will proceed with the launch, the Goddess be with you.”

“The Goddess be with all.”

The commander lowered her arms and held her breath as the platform began to vibrate around her as the energy accumulated.

Enormous metallic rings were raised from the platform spinning around as they quickly gained speed.

Electricity could be felt in the air, right below that immense power Xala just felt it in her crotch.

A red emergency light.

A distorted worried voice coming from her helmet communicator.

Xala looked up at the star covered sky, a purple aurora was forming up there as a wavering circle above the platform.

Something was wrong, the commander noticed it.

From behind her helmet visor her eyes moved to the platform, between the distressed scientists she saw T’Soni’s horrified expression.

It would be the last time she ever saw her.

In an instant the charged energy launched her like a bullet from a gun towards the sky as the platform exploded behind her, crumbling in flames into the green sea.

Xala’s screams echoed inside the helmet as her body flew from the explosion, crossing the cloud, the aurora, the atmosphere.

She broke the sound barrier and kept gaining speed.

The armor of the jump-suit keeping her safe as the mass energy surrounded and protected her from instant disintegration.

So quickly was she was moving that it took a few minutes to realize that she was out in the void of space.

Barely able to move she twisted her neck as much as she could to look back, to see how she had left Thessia behind, how the increasing distance made the planet shrink.

Her belly, her groin and her heart contracted, she could barely move as she was forced to cross the darkness surrounded by that damning purple light.

She tried to get back into the serenity of her military experience.

“Commander Xala calling control, control please respond.” she calmly talked to the communicator. “Control...?” she was sweating inside her suit, suffocating, no answer, only distant static. “Control, please, answer!”

No answer.

Beyond reach.

In despair she tried to figure out her position, but didn’t recognize the flickering lights that had become the stars, gulping she realized that she was still getting faster, that those dashes of lights were no longer her sun.

“CONTROL! ANSWER!” she yelled to nobody. “CONTROL!”

Her screams didn’t escape the pressurized helmet, but then her eyes froze wide open.

She was hearing something.

A far away low sound that was getting stronger, closer.

Xala tried to lift her neck to look forward and saw another mass of energy coming at ramming speed towards the mass of energy that was she herself.

An inevitable crash that she was certain wasn’t going to do her any good.

The commander tried to shake her arms, her legs, but she was held stiff by the gravitational force.

So she yelled, yelled as much as she could until the last second, trying to deafen that low bellowing sound that was about to crush her.

And then the impact came.

From a nearby planet it may have looked like two asteroids colliding.

A brownish light surrounded Xala as she spun out of control, pieces of her armor floating away in flames, her backpack, the return beacon.

She felt that invasive energy sliding inside her, merging with her flesh, she felt sick and dizzy as her body helplessly spun out of control in the void.

Strange thoughts, things that she didn’t understand at all, flashed through her mind, beastly images, white liquid, big four legged creatures that she had never seen.

 Xala cried, the helmet seemed to come off, her tears frozen in the cold of space.

Her mind slipped into unconscious darkness as she regretted with all her being having stepped onto that platform.

...

Xala woke up under the clearest sky she had ever seen.

It was bright blue, with lush white clouds.

She wasn’t at her home anymore, but she was quite surprised to still be alive.

Her muscles ached as she rose from the dirt, she was at the bottom of a small crater, something was pinching her butt.

With a groan she pulled it from under her ass, it was a metallic object, some kind of bell with weird symbols on one side.

The Commander threw it away carelessly, at this point she noticed she was completely nude which didn’t make her precarious situation any easier to swallow.

Sitting in the warm soil of the hole she let herself sink into despair for a few minutes, without her equipment, without the beacon, there was barely any hope of getting home.

The only grace was that she could breathe in this planet’s atmosphere, at least for the moment.

Her lips were sighing when she heard a sound, the sound of a bell ringing, several of them, heavy steps.

Without many other options she came out of the hole.

Xala found herself in the middle of that alien world, a vast sea of oddly short grass of a very vivid green colour extending in all directions as far as she could see, without end.

And around her were those creatures eating that grass.

She had never seen anything like them, big and fat four legged beasts, with long tails.

Carefully she approached one, they were docile and calm.

The Asari found them quite silly looking as she walked around one of them doing an inspection, the creature looked back at her, but not interested enough to stop munching grass.

For a moment she worried about disease, but she was already standing completely naked there, so she just shrugged and touched the animal.

It was hot, alive, covered in a short soft moss.

On it’s big head were two pointed horns not that different to her own crest. 

On its rear, under the tail, she found the exposed genitalia of the beast, it was also similar to hers, just larger, swollen and less refined.

What amazed her the most was the pink sack with four teats hanging between the creature’s back legs, one of her hands instantly flew to her own breasts.

“You have your tits between your legs?” she mumbled.

“Moooooo...!” was the answer.

That sound made her brain spark a vague memory, but she shook the thought off and chuckled, a wonder of a new world that she wasn’t going to be able to share.

She didn’t make any real attempts to communicate with the creatures, by the tags in their ears and the bells around their necks she reached the pretty obvious conclusion that they were some kind of pet or livestock.

That meant some sort of civilization.

Those creatures were owned by something that was at least averagely smart.

Xala rubbed her forehead, feeling a mild headache, she needed to start to move, to think, gather information and be ready.

And then her belly growled loudly.

Growled painfully.

She grabbed her side, groaning and dropping to her knees as she felt her stomach revolting and swelling.

It was hard to believe that in such a situation she felt so hungry.

Looking around she saw the creatures eating grass, looking at her, she then looked down at the green in front of her.

“I’m... not really thinking...”

Another painful growl put her down on all fours, the sharp blades of grass fondling her vaginal lips.

She gulped, she closed her eyes, her fingers scratched the soil as she lean forward and opened her mouth.

Her teeth had quite the trouble cutting through the fibrous plant.

It tasted blandly fresh.

Xala kept mindlessly pulling, cutting, munching and swallowing, her mind lost in the simple motion.

As she ate her dangling breasts swelled, her nipples grew erect, her belly rounded up, but the most outrageous change occurred on her head.

Her crest twitched and shook and began to shift, the tips of the rigid tentacles changed their positions, pointing upwards and shortening on her forehead until they resembled four horns more than a crest.

The Commander snorted, took control of herself despite feeling somewhat empty and very ashamed.

She rose up.

“I need to... think...” she looked down, her mind grew blank again when she saw her swollen belly and tits.

They had never been this big, she touched them in disbelief, feeling her muscles tense and relax.

“GooOOOooddess!”

She grabbed her throat, she touched her face, the heat, the four horns, panic dilating her pupils.

“I have to...”

Whatever she had to do had to be postponed when pain sent her back down onto her knees.

Groaning with need she leaned back on her spine, holding herself with one hand that grabbed at the grass as the other fingered her boiling sex.

She moaned, she cursed, she felt a terribly satisfactory tingle around her vagina.

A short whitish-blue moss sprouted around her leaking pussy lips, extending across her crotch.

Squeezed against the backs of her legs her buttocks inflated and spread, her anus swollen, the tip of a tail began to emerge on top.

“MOOOOOOOOOOH!”

As she came Xala finally admitted to herself what the sound was, the same one that had hit her as she helplessly floated in the cold void of space.

It was the same sound that those grazing creatures made, it was the same sound now coming out of her throat.

She tried to rise up and failed.

She looked at her hand, misted in her own fluids, began to shift and deform in front of her own horrified eyes.

“It can’t be...!”

Her nose swelled as every inch of her body seemed to do the same, her ears stretching.

Protests stretched into bellows as she got herself up on all fours, not because she wanted to, but because her body no longer seemed capable of standing on two legs.

As feet and hands deformed the brutal expansion and enlargement of her muscles and bones make her plead in a mixture of pain and sexual need.

The over swollen vulva surrounding her vagina lined up at her rear, a tail swung against her flattened buttocks.

Her neck began to stretch, her tits migrated towards her crotch, inflating even more and gaining another pair of big thick big on each one as they fused into one of those veiny sacks of milk, but a dark blue instead of pink.

That itching moss quickly overtook her tense sweaty skin, her status as person degrading by the second.

Being stranded on an alien planet was bad enough, but she was also having to suffer such degradation into a piece of simpleton livestock.

As her head grew she bellowed to that strange sky.

“I wanna guuu hoooome! GOOO HOMUUUUUUUUUUH!”

“MRUUUUUUUUUUH!”

 Her plea was answered by louder and more imposing bellow.

She looked back and saw another of those creatures, but this one seemed louder and more dominant.

Bending her neck backwards Xala saw another of those horned beasts, a larger one that demanded respect among the others, covered with dark moss and the biggest horns.

It was clopping towards her and her hooves seemed stuck in the ground.

It had a difference to her and the other animals between his legs the dark beast didn’t have a sack with teats, just a sack, a smaller one from which a red tentacle grew as it approached the helpless Commander.

Xala just barely understood why, but the sight and smell of that tentacle made her mutated cunt twitch in anticipation.

Sexual anticipation.

She bit her lips with her bulky teeth, betrayed by her own body as the dominant one grew near her, smelling her rear, licking it.

“Muuuuuh...!”

The dominant stomped the ground and bellowed louder than her, she raised her tail, her heart and brain beating like drums as the creature climbed up on her back and penetrated her sex with that alien tentacle.

Xala was lost in that twisting carnal act as her body finished the last changes.

The last inches she needed to grow, the last patches of skin covered by the moss, the last pounds added to her weight.

She was indistinguishable from the other livestock, just that her moss and flesh was blue and she had four horns instead of two, but everything else, from the large muzzled face to the sack with four teats were arranged in the exact same way as if she had always been one of them.

It was no issue for the dominant as it thrust into her with his full potency.

Under that strength she bellowed and lolled her large tongue out, feeling how the tentacle burned pleasure inside her, getting harder, longer, bigger.

She remembered her daughters, she remembered T'Soni on that balcony, how beautiful she looked, she remembered what she had asked as a reward for keeping a promise she wasn’t going to be able to keep.

The dominant blasted his seed into her and the legendary Commander was doomed to be just a part of a herd, forever trapped in an unfamiliar body in an unfamiliar place.

...

After sex the dominant left her and went to mind his own business, the other creatures, the ones with the sacks of teats, welcomed her into the herd.

Into her new existence.

Xala just followed them, not wanting to even comprehend how any of this was possible.

With the herd she reached the fence, the building and was finally found by another kind of creature, who were more surprised to see her than she was to see them.

They were quite similar to the Asari, two arms, two legs, a head, a torso, no crests or horns, their bodies slightly less covered in that moss, mostly only on the head.

They wore primitive clothes and had primitive languages that Xala didn’t understand at all as she was separated from the herd that she was doomed to call her own.

The new creatures made a big ruckus about finding her, totally shocked to find the blue livestock with four horns, only one of them remained calm, the dominant one that had hardly any moss on his head and hid that under a hat.

He petted and checked her, then she was left alone in a stall until another one of them came, one with a bag and breasts, she checked Xala further, amazed by the oddity that she was.

She seemed to give good news to the dominant one, who fondled his chin, wondering.

They used an obtuse sounding twang to refer to her: Cow.

Xala immediately hated it.

The dominant bald one took a decision and she felt worried as he slapped her big ass.

Days passed, weeks, she was tagged and put into the herd to replace a cow that had gone missing, her new sisterhood, she noticed she was treated slightly better, especially by the dominant bald who seemed really fascinated by her.

Her udder was sucked every morning, she produced some sort of liquid that the not as mossy creatures really seemed to want.

They called it milk.

As she became adapted to her new much less glorious existence the dominant cow mounted her a few more times.

It was hard to figure out anything from her position about that strange world, so limited by her mutated body, the smart creatures that controlled the facility were developed, intelligent, but far from the level of the Asari.

They had vehicles, buildings, tools, but their manners seemed low and unrefined to the eyes of the blue cow.

One day she was woken very early, put in a vehicle and driven out of the livestock facility.

She was more than worried about her fate, livestock is food after all and very odd livestock like her surely couldn’t have much hope for their future.

To her surprise she wasn’t sold or butchered, but instead found herself at some sort of gathering of the sentient creatures, some kind of rural fair at which she was exposed and celebrated, the liquid that her former breasts turned sack produced was sold.

It was slightly blue and had a slightly fruity taste.

Xala didn’t know how to feel as she was used as some sort of freak-show by the bald dominant, the only interest of the bald seemed to be making money and she seemed to be a very profitable cash cow.

It wasn’t as if she had much say or real choice in the matter, as upsetting or not as it was to her.

She was livestock after all.

The bald treated her very well, she wasn’t sold for meat or to the authorities that came asking, she became the prized cow of the farm.

She was very upset, totally humiliated, but she couldn’t help but consider herself lucky given the disgrace of her circumstances.

Then, after having had it growing inside her for months, she gave birth to a healthy and normal looking cow and more than ever she knew that this was going to be her life from now on.

The fair, the meadow.

That was Xala T'Loa’s fate: Livestock.

Nobody around, cow or otherwise, would have ever known what she once was, for them she was just another cow, a blue cow that felt blue, with no trace of being a legendary warrior from beyond the stars.

Nobody on her home planet would ever figure out what happened to her, that much was almost certain, and she was kinda glad.

She wanted to be remembered as a pioneering adventurer that went out with a blaze, who sacrificed everything for the future of the Asari, she hoped they made a nice statue of her in which the stone kept her dignity intact.

Slowly her glory became a distant memory, a refugee when melancholy made her simple easy life too hard.

Xala wanted to know what was beyond her own sun, but she could have never figured this was the result, this bizarre adventure.

At least it was better than war.

She tried to find comfort in the simple pleasures, of grazing, the milking, of being mounted, of her young ones suckling her teats.

But still, from time to time, on those nights when she slept out on the grass, the blue cow looked up at the night sky, always in the same direction, and softly bellowed.