The hucow designated 488, usually referred to as ‘Princess’, lay flat on her front on a sturdy bench, in her stall in the large shed she called home. Her huge udders and bulging belly were pressed into the wooden surface, while her four legs hung over the sides, the edges of her hooves propped against the concrete floor below. Her chin rested against the front edge of the bench, her eyes dreamily gazing ahead.

She had been lying there, riding the high of her morning milking, for some time. How long exactly, she couldn’t say. There was no clock in the cowshed, and she was no longer sure she’d be able to read it even if there was. And she certainly couldn’t tell time without one. She might have been there for twenty minutes, or two hours. However long it’d been, she was in no hurry to move. She was quite happy where she was, relaxed in repose.

The only slight discomfort came from her brass cowbell, big, unwieldy and angular as it was - shunted aside when she laid down, it had become lodged between her chin and shoulder, its corners poking into her neck a little. But it was only a minor irritant to the languid livestock, not enough to provoke her to shift out of her prone position.

There was no need to move. There was no hurry to do anything. She had nowhere to be, nothing to do, ever. Her only daily duties were to be milked and bred by her farmer, and until he came looking for her again, she could do whatever she wanted. And right now, she wanted to do absolutely fuck all.

A beatific smile spread across her face as she felt a growing urge to let out a sound - a building pressure in her chest, her lungs, her throat. It was far from the first time since she’d been resting on the bench, either. She could only stay silent for so long, the impulse to joyfully yell out getting stronger by the second. Inhaling deeply, her eyes half-shut, she began to hum with her lips pressed together, an elongated ‘mmm’ sound, stretching it out as long as she could.

Finally her mouth burst open, as if blown apart from within by a bomb blast, and she bellowed from the bottom of her powerful lungs, “Mmmmoooooooooooooooooooo...!” The deep, deafening, happy howl went on and on until she ran out of breath and trailed off, her eyelids falling fully closed, her face as relaxed as the rest of her body, adorned with a slack smile. Fuck, that felt good. A lovely long moo always made her feel so blissful, similar to a post-orgasmic state of euphoria.

She could quite easily imagine herself lying here all day long, doing nothing but occasionally lowing loudly. She’d probably get up and go for a walk around her pasture at some point, just for a bit of exercise, but then again she might not.

Her options for daily pastimes were very limited right now, which was a considerable relief compared to her stressful former existence. And she had all the time in the world to make her mind up. She could take so long deciding how to spend each day that the day would end, slipping past her unnoticed. And that’d be OK. She dimly reflected that in her old life she’d consider it a wasted day - she’d find the lack of any activity profoundly boring. Now, though, she didn’t think she was capable of feeling boredom any more - only bliss - and she knew a day wasn’t wasted if she spent it happily.

Which she was. She was so happy. She wanted things to stay this way for all time. She wanted to remain a calm, contented cow, living on her farm forever, with only her owner for company. She hoped nothing ever changed -

The door of the cowshed suddenly slid open, although Princess was too placid to be startled by it. But her sleepy smile spread wider when she saw the farmer standing in the open doorway, warmth spreading through her. He was her entire focus, the centre of her attention, stirring such adoration and lust within her whenever she laid eyes upon him.

She belonged to him. He had made her this way, and she loved him more than words could express - even if she had words any more. She hoped she was conveying her gratitude to him through her actions, though - she was repaying him with every drop of milk she could produce, and unlimited access to her warm fuckholes.

“Afternoon, Your Highness,” he smirked, affecting a mock bow of deference to her.

“Mm-moo,” she giggled. Dork.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He took a slow step forward, then another. “You remember our conversation a couple of weeks ago?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. She couldn’t remember what they talked about earlier that day. He really expected her to remember a discussion that long ago?!

“Oh, I think you do remember,” he chuckled. “We talked about expanding the herd...?”

Her eyes widened. “Moo,” she exhaled - oh. That conversation.

The farmer stepped to one side, revealing a figure on all fours just beyond the doorway. Princess stared at the newcomer, a slender girl in her early twenties with short, straight, jet-black hair and a ghostly pale complexion. She looked every inch the goth - aside from the large dark spots staining her skin around her eyes and across her naked body, the two small horns protruding from her skull, and the four hooved legs supporting her.

The new hucow looked just as astonished to see Princess, gaping at her as she stepped into the shed a little unsteadily. It didn’t seem like she was used to walking on those legs yet - which made sense, as her transformation must’ve been very recent. It had almost certainly happened that very day. The farmer probably couldn’t have left her somewhere else after turning her into this hybrid creature.

“This is 488,” he told the dark-haired heifer, gesturing towards his first cow. “But we call her ‘Princess’. Princess, this is 941 - she’ll be joining us. Make her feel welcome!”

“Mmmoooooo,” Princess replied with a wry smile - I’ll do the best I can, considering you kinda sprung this on me!

“Mmoooo! Moooo?” 941 blurted almost the instant Princess’ voice trailed off, staring at her with gleaming eyes and a broad, awestruck smile. She looks AMAZING! Do I look as good as her?

Princess snorted a little. “Moo-hoo,” she chuckled - you wish.

There was a moment’s pause, before both cows shot each other a quizzical look. “Moo? [Can you understand me?]” Princess said slowly.

“Moo, [Yeah,]” 941 nodded. “M-moo...? [Are we not meant to understand each other?]”

“Mmooo. [I guess I didn’t expect to.] Mm-mooooo. [I thought we wouldn’t have a clue what each other meant.]” She jerked her head in the direction of their farmer, who was watching with an amused expression. “Mmoo-oo. [After all, he can’t understand me, so I guess I’m used to that.] Mmm-mooo-ooo?! [But I guess Moo is an actual language - who knew?!]”

941 giggled. “Mmooooo! [And I was always shit at languages!] Mooo-oo... [If only there’d been a GCSE in Moo...]” Both hucows snorted and snuffled with mirth.

“I see you’ve noticed that,” the farmer grinned, extending his arms far enough to rub each cow on one of their horns. “This might be kinda risky, giving you girls a way to communicate that I can’t understand,” he smirked. “What if you start conspiring against me...?”

Even as she leaned into his touch and sighed contentedly, Princess shot him a sly smirk. “Mmooo. [The revolution begins at dawn.]” 941 spluttered with laughter.

He chuckled fondly. “Ah well, it’s worth the risk. I know you never ask for much, my Princess, but I thought it’d be nice to give you someone to talk to, at the very least. Now you can properly keep each other cow-mpany.”

“Mmooo, [Oh, that was AWFUL,]” 941 groaned, cringing away from the hornrubs she’d been enjoying moments earlier.

“Mooo, [Yeah, I should’ve warned you about the puns,]” Princess sniggered to her new companion, while rolling her eyes at her beloved owner.

“Come on, that one was class,” he protested weakly. “Anyway, more to the point, I thought you could give Nine the grand tour, and it’d be easier to do that if you understand each other. Now c’mon darling, up you get. Plenty of time to laze about later.”

“Mmoooo, [But I was really enjoying lazing about now,]” Princess protested with a pout, but there was no weight behind it. She was perfectly willing to show the new cow around. It was a royal’s duty to her subjects, after all!

Planting her four feet in the floor, the fat Friesian shuffled forwards along the bench until she slid off the front. The farmer gave her big butt a friendly slap as she passed him, and she swatted him with her tail in response. Then they both approached 941, who smiled shyly.

“Nine was the lead singer in a band at the local uni,” he explained. “I’ve seen a few of their gigs, and I could just tell - here was a girl who really needed to be set free from her sad little existence. I ran into her at Costa this morning, struck up a conversation with her about her music and her life, confirmed how unhappy she really was, and offered her something better - just as I did with you...”

“Mmmmm, moo, [It was so perfect,]” 941 sighed elatedly, her eyelids fluttering as she remembered. “Mmoooooo. Mmmoooooo... Mmooooo! [I’ve always wanted to be a cow, and just live a quiet peaceful life. Then he comes up out of nowhere and offers to make my dreams come true. It’s like a fairytale!]”

“I’m sure she tells it better than me,” the farmer smiled, patting 941 on the head. “At any rate, she eagerly accepted, and we wasted no time.” He smirked. “Now she’ll make beautiful moo-sic forever.”

“Mmoo, [Oh come on, man,]” Princess tutted.

“Mmoo, [I can’t wait for you to show me around, Princess,]” 941 murmured meekly. “Mmmoo-oo. Mooo... [And I can’t wait for you to teach me how to be a cow, just like you. I don’t know much about it, I must have a lot to learn...]”

The bovine behemoth felt a happy shiver. It’d never occurred to her how nice it’d feel to have a younger hucow to guide, and teach the ways of their world (small and empty and trouble-free as it was). She liked it. She liked having authority, seniority, superiority. She liked the power, and the responsibility, of being the Princess - not just as an affectation, but as a real role, as someone who ruled over another cow, who looked up to her and listened to her teachings. Perhaps having a whole herd wouldn’t be so bad, if she got to lead them.

She smiled a little at her own attitude. ‘Responsibility’ had become a dirty word to her since her transformation - she remembered how much she hated having responsibilities, duties, or authority of any kind in her human life. On the face of it, it was certainly anathematic to her pressure-free lifestyle. But this just felt different, somehow. At any rate, it wasn’t as if leading a hucow herd could be anywhere near as difficult as her old job (whatever that was).

“Alright, you girls had better get going before you lose daylight,” the farmer remarked, gesturing idly to the open door as he headed towards his locked tool cabinet at the back of the cowshed. As they both began to trot towards the exit, he called after them, “Make sure you’re back in time for Nine’s branding.”

Princess grinned wickedly as she saw 941’s eyebrows shoot up. “Mmooo...?! [Branding...?!]”

“Mmmooooo. [Yup - branding.]” Taking the lead, Princess made sure to angle herself so her new protégé could see the dark ‘488’ mark on her right butt cheek. “Mmoooo, [Don’t worry though, it really doesn’t hurt much,]” she reassured her. “Moo. [It just stings a little bit.]”

“Mm-moo-oo, [Well, that’s something of a relief,]” the new hucow exclaimed, still looking very flustered.

Princess snickered as she led the way across the field, relishing 941’s shock at the prospect of being branded. The poor girl really hadn’t been prepared for this, had she?

It vaguely occurred to her that something wasn’t quite right about that. If 941 had wished she was a cow for her entire life - if she’d been longing for it, dreaming of it - then wasn’t it strange that she was so unprepared? Surely she’d have a better idea of what to expect? She’d admitted she didn’t know much about what being a cow entailed - but that didn’t make sense if it was her lifelong dream, did it...?

Her brain was starting to ache. The dark fog that intruded into her brain whenever she tried to recall her human life was starting to seep back in. She screwed up her face, shook her head from side to side vigorously, and took a deep calming breath. She knew what she had to do whenever she found herself on a train of thought that hurt her like this - stop thinking about it.

So she did, and soon felt just as cheerful and tranquil as before. She couldn’t even remember what she’d been thinking about. Whatever it was, if it’d been disturbing her mental equilibrium, it was best forgotten.

She refocused her attention on her current task. She had a tour to conduct, and a new cow companion to train.

***

“Mmooo! Mmmmoooooo. Moooooooo... [Wait up, Nine! I can’t move as fast as you. Besides, we’ve got nothing but time...]”

Princess plodded across the pasture, huffing and puffing a little from the exertion. She hadn’t moved this quickly in a long time - since she was a human, in fact. Her young friend was far too fleet of foot, too excitable, darting on ahead to explore her surroundings. Although her eagerness was to be appreciated, hopefully she’d soon learn there was no need for haste. She’d be here for the rest of her life, after all. And besides, the last thing Princess wanted was to work off the weight she’d put on trying to keep up with her.

941 finally came to a stop near the fence that bordered their field, staring out at the country road that wound around the circumference of the farm. Princess studied the newcomer from a distance. Like her, 941 was light-skinned with big black spots, her arms and legs having reshaped and resized into the four matching limbs of a cow, her hands and feet replaced with hard, durable hooves. Princess thought her horns might be a little smaller, although she couldn’t be sure. Her tail, too, might be slightly shorter, but again, Princess couldn’t be certain without doing a literal side-by-side comparison. Maybe later.

But while they shared many physical attributes, there were plenty of differences too. As Princess had already noted, 941’s obsidian streams of hair contrasted with her own curly golden locks, and the wispy puff of hair at the end of her tail was a matching shade of black. The goth girl had a little nose ring, which made Princess a little envious - her farmer had managed to pick out a new heifer already fitted with one of the usual accessories of a cow, while she herself didn’t have one. On the bright side, 941 had no ear tag or bell. Princess assumed the farmer hadn’t procured them yet - after all, he did mention this transformation was quite impulsive.

The most obvious difference was 941’s size. She was a cute little thing, that was undeniable, but way too skinny. Princess hoped to see her gain much more weight in the near future. Bigger was better. Huge was hot. Fat was fuckable... She licked her lips at the mental image of a larger 941, turned on at the mere thought of the new girl growing to gigantic proportions.

The only potential problem Princess had noticed was 941’s udders - they were way too small. The girl was barely an A-cup, for God’s sake. How was their farmer supposed to get milk out of those tiny things? But she was sure he’d taken that into consideration. Perhaps the magic would gradually enlarge her teats until they were a more suitable size. Or perhaps they’d grow as she gained weight.

As Princess finally drew near to her new mentee at the fence, 941 called back, “Mmooooo? [How often do cars come past here?]”

“Moooo, [Pretty often,]” Princess replied, coming up alongside her. “Moo? [Why?]”

“Mmooo-oo-ooooo? [I was just thinking, what if someone drives past and sees us?]” 941 remarked. “Mmoo-oooo? [What on Earth would they think?]” She seemed more amused than concerned by the prospect.

“Mmoooooo, [Oh, that’s not a problem,]” Princess replied with a smile. “Mmooooooo. Moooo. [The way he set up the spell, he’s the only one who can see what we really are. Everyone else just sees normal cows.]”

The new hucow’s eyes widened. “Mmoooo, [Wooow,]” she breathed. “Moooo... mmooo... [Anyone who sees me, sees an actual cow... That’s SO COOL...]”

“Mmoooo, [I know,]” Princess smirked. “Mooooo-oooo. [He really does think of everything.]”

“Mmooo,” 941 murmured, the sound carrying no explicit meaning other than as a general noise of agreement. She bit her lip. “Mmoo, [I’m starving,]” she grunted. “Mmooooooo...? [What do we eat, exactly?]”

Princess raised a wry eyebrow. “Mooooo? [What do you think, sweetie?]” she chuckled, nodding at the ground beneath their hooves.

941 glanced downwards, and her gaze became fixed on the green grass below her head. “Mmoo,” she blurted in surprise. “Mmooo... [That actually looks really good...]” She licked her lips.

“Mmmoooo. Mooooo! [Well, don’t hold back on my account. Give it a try!]”

A little hesitantly, 941 bent her four legs, bringing her head down low, and gingerly pulled out a few blades with her teeth. The incongruity of grass being in any way appealing still seemed not to have fully left her recently-altered brain. As soon as she got the grass on her tongue, though, her eyes went wide and she started vigorously chewing, swallowing down the meagre morsels within moments. She didn’t hesitate to lean down again, this time taking a big bite out of the turf, filling her maw with mud and grass.

Princess watched her with a fond smile as she masticated her mouthful, murmuring muffled little moos, an expression of euphoria on her face. Then, not to be left out, the more experienced cow helped herself to her own food. The two stood at the field’s edge, chomping away at the ground, mooing appreciatively around their meals.

Finally having eaten her fill, 941 licked up the lingering traces of mud around her mouth, her eyes rolling slightly from satisfaction. “Mmmmoooooo, [That was amazing,]” she exclaimed. “Mmm-mooooooo! [I never would’ve thought grass would taste so fucking delicious!]”

“Mmmmoooo, [Consider that your first lesson in being a cow, and how fucking great it is,]” Princess grinned. “Mmm-moooo-oooo, [And if you think that was good, just wait ’til your first milking...]”

“Mmmmmoo... [Oh fuck, I CAN’T wait,]” 941 whimpered, clumsily rubbing each of her dangling udders in turn with her front legs. “Mmoo. Moooo... Mmmoooooo... [My tits are already so much more sensitive. The thought of him getting his hands on them... Squeezing the milk outta them...]”

She shuddered, shooting Princess an embarrassed, bewildered smile. “Moo... Mmooooooo? [Sorry, I don’t know why I said that... God, why am I so fucking horny all of a sudden?]”

“Mmoooooo, [Nothing to be embarrassed about, love,]” the larger livestock assured her. “Mmmooooooo. Mooooo... [And in my own personal experience, hucows are horny most of the time. You’ll get used to it...]”

“Mmmooo,” 941 mumbled, blushing and staring into the hole she’d bitten in the ground.

“Mmoooooo, [Nothing to be ashamed of,]” Princess repeated, stepping closer. “Mmoooo. Moooooo. Mmmmoooooo-ooooo... [We’re animals, after all. Animals are prone to animal urges. We shouldn’t be ashamed of feeling them... or indulging in them...]”

She brushed up against 941, whose head flipped upwards with a squeak of surprise, her expression thunderstruck. The smaller cow’s eyes roved over Princess’ plump body, her cheeks going a deeper shade of pink around the parts that were stained black.

“Mmmoo, [You’re so fat,]” 941 murmured, entranced. “Mmooo... [So fucking hot...]”

Beaming at the flattery, Princess leaned in and nuzzled her nose into 941’s cheek, provoking another plaintive squeak. After a slight hesitation, the newer cow nuzzled back, and they stood for several long seconds rubbing their faces into each other’s, their horns clacking together.

“Mmmoo, [Tell me what you want, sweetheart,]” Princess gently urged her protégé.

“Mmoooo, [I want you,]” 941 moaned. “Moooo... Mmooooo... [I don’t know why... I’m not gay...]”

“Moooo, [You’re an animal,]” Princess reminded her.

“Mm-moooo, [I’m... I’m an animal,]” she repeated, sounding uncertain. Then she said it again, more confidently. “Moooo. [I’m an animal.]”

“Moo. Mmooo. Mmooo. Mmmooooo-ooooo... [That’s right. And animals don’t worry about ‘why’. They don’t worry about ‘gay’ or ‘straight’. They do what they want, when they want, and just enjoy themselves...]”

That was all the encouragement 941 needed to plant her mouth on Princess’, kissing her tenderly, luxuriating in every caress of their lips. Princess reciprocated with matched enthusiasm. Before long they became more fervent, more forceful, hungrily sucking at each other’s black-marked faces. The more passionate they grew, the more noise naturally built up inside them, and they found themselves mooing uncontrollably into each other’s mouths as they continued to messily make out.

Coming up for air at last, 941 exclaimed, “Mmooo. Moo-ooo... [I want to fuck you. I want to feel you inside me - but...]”

“Mmoooo, [But that presents some challenges,]” Princess noted with a snicker. “Mmooo. Mooooooo. Mmmooo-ooooooo! [We’re not exactly equipped to breed each other. Plus, mounting each other might not be a good idea right now. You couldn’t climb up on top of me - and I’d probably snap you in half!]”

“Mmooo,” 941 whined, clearly frustrated that the object of her desire wouldn’t be able to penetrate her the way she wished.

Princess’ grin grew. “Mmoo. Mooooo... [Well, don’t worry, love. Our farmer’s more than willing to help us out...]”

Her new companion’s eyebrows shot up almost far enough to reach her horns, the skin between them creasing. “Mmoo? [Really...?]”

“Moo. Mmooo. Mmmmooooooo... [Oh, yes. And trust me, he’s everything you could want. If you want a good, deep, thorough breeding, I promise you won’t have to wait long...]”

941 gulped. “Mm-mooo,” she mumbled.

Giggling, the hefty hucow nudged her. “Mmoooo - [Until then, if you really want to fuck me -]”

“Mmmooo! [I do, I do!]” 941 said hurriedly, her eyes once again roaming over her bovine mentor’s beefy body, compulsively licking her lips.

“Mmoo, [Well then]”, Princess smirked salaciously, “mmmoooo? [why not put that tongue of yours to good use?]”

Sparing herself a second to enjoy the goth cow’s thunderstruck expression, she turned slowly on the spot and took several steps away along the fence, coming to a very deliberate halt. Then she lifted her tail away from her rear, in what she thought of as an inviting gesture.

The invitation was accepted pretty much as soon as she’d made it. She heard grass squishing beneath hasty hooves, then felt a warm face burying between her buttocks. The newer hucow’s horns were poking her, but her thick cow hide stopped it from feeling at all irritating - rather, she found it strangely nice.

But the titillating twin poke was practically forgotten the moment she felt 941’s tongue curl inside her anus. “Mm-mooooo-oo,” she gasped in equal parts surprise and arousal, bowing down slightly and pushing backwards a little to thrust her rump further into the novice hucow’s face (and vice versa). 941 responded as she’d hoped, bearing down harder.

Engulfed in euphoria, Princess let her eyes roll, and her head loll, backwards, moaning out more and more moos of pure pleasure, as her protégé lapped at her butthole with a level of enthusiasm that more than made up for her clear lack of practice, swirling her tongue around and around the opening, digging deeper now and again and flicking the tip inside. She idly wondered if the smaller cow was intentionally targeting that hole instead of her cunt - if she had a bit of a rimming fetish - or if her own butt cheeks were so vast, 941 had simply gotten lost between them.

“Mmmmooooooooooooooo,” Princess clamoured as she came, her sturdy legs quaking beneath her, her eyes popping, her tail twisting and undulating in the air.

Pulling her head free of her mentor’s giant ass, 941 staggered aside, panting for breath, her face flushed, her ebony hair dishevelled. Princess turned and trotted towards her, smiling with satisfaction, and kissed her on her sweaty forehead. “Mmooo,” she responded dazedly.

“Mmmmooooo, [That was fucking lovely, sweetie,]” Princess sighed. She glanced up at the slowly sinking sun. “Mmoo. Moooo? Mmooooo... [Now, it’s getting late. We’d better get you back, huh? You’ve got an appointment to keep, after all...]”

“Mmooo,” 941 murmured in agreement, following Princess back across the field without a moment’s hesitation.

***

It was dusk by the time the two cows returned to their shed. 941 had allowed Princess to remain ahead this time, trooping along demurely behind her rather than darting forwards to overtake, her giddy zest softened into quiet submission. Princess was rather enjoying that, glancing back a couple of times to enjoy the wide-eyed, timid expression of deference on her face. It was like being proper royalty, with a real servant. Which made sense - after all, the black-haired bovine had just spent some effort servicing her. (She wondered if human monarchs ever did the same with their servants...)

They stepped inside the cowshed to find their farmer waiting patiently, all the implements he needed for the evening ready and prepared. He still didn’t have an ear tag, of course - he needed to order one with the number 941 printed on it. When it arrived, he’d punch a hole through 941’s ear lobe with a piercing gun and clip the tag in place, to hang there indefinitely, just like the tag that read ‘488’ hanging from Princess’ right ear.

He did have a thin, black collar made of some velvety material - almost like a choker - with a bell hanging from it. This was a dainty little thing with round sides, the common type that jingled rather than clanged, that you might find hanging from a cat’s neck instead of a cow’s. Princess couldn’t think of a specific name for it, other than just ‘bell’. It certainly wasn’t as hefty as her own large, cuboid cowbell - it was maybe a quarter of the size at most. She presumed this was because 941’s slender neck couldn’t support the weight of a larger bell - not yet, anyway. Perhaps once she built up her body a bit more, she’d ‘graduate’ to a proper cowbell...

The branding iron, fitted with the correct letters, rested on a small grated fire he’d set up in the corner. Despite the heat it pumped out, both hucows shivered at the sight of it - 941 with apprehension, Princess in reminiscence. She nudged her new friend. “Mmooo, [Don’t worry, babes,]” she said reassuringly. “Moo-ooooo. [Like I said, it hurts nowhere near as badly as you’d think.]”

“Moooo, [I’m trying to believe you,]” 941 whimpered.

It was time for what the farmer insisted on calling ‘the moo-n event’, ignoring his livestock’s long-suffering sighs. “It works on two levels,” he chuckled, gesturing at 941’s behind, before reaching out to give it a squeeze.

“Mmmooo, [It doesn’t even work on ONE,]” Princess smirked, over her companion’s surprised squeak.

Without further ado, he pushed 941 forwards, his palm remaining planted possessively on her pert arse. Yielding easily to his guiding hand, she stumbled a few steps closer to the grate, murmuring meek moos. Then he patted her on the back, a clear message not to move, and went to fetch the branding iron.

Princess licked her lips in anticipation as he brandished the long metal rod, the numbers 941 clearly fixed to its end, practically glowing with heat. Hearing 941 quietly whining with dread as she stood stock still, she wanted to approach and nestle up next to her, to lend her comfort through the ordeal. But she didn’t want to get in the farmer’s way - that might interfere with the process. She’d be there to support the new cow afterwards.

So suddenly that Princess almost missed it, the farmer firmly pressed the boiling metal digits onto 941’s left buttock. “Mmoooo,” she yelped, tensing all over. Her tail, which had already been floating over her back to keep it out of the line of fire, shot upright like a flagpole.

It was over almost as abruptly, the iron lifting away and leaving 941’s rump seared with the three numbers that would serve as her name forever. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Princess a reproachful look. “Moooo, [That was worse than a sting,]” she said indignantly.

“Mmooo? [But not as bad as you expected?]”

“Mm... moo, [Well... no,]” she conceded grumpily. “Mmmooooo! [But it still hurts, pretty badly!]”

Princess had to admit, 941’s reaction had been somewhat more drastic than she’d anticipated. Perhaps it hurt worse because she had less meat on her bones - her ass just wasn’t fat enough to properly protect her from the pain. Or maybe 941 was just being a drama queen.

“Mmoooo, [Aww, poor baby,]” she sniggered, sidling up alongside her and brushing her shoulder up against her in a comforting gesture. “Mmmoooooo. Mmooo. Mmmoooo... [Don’t worry, sweetie, it’s all over now. No more suffering from now on - ever, in fact. Just a long, happy life here in our pasture...]”

941’s sulky expression softened, and a wistful grin appeared. “Mmoooooo, [Good point,]” she giggled gently.

“Well done, Nine,” the farmer beamed, stroking her silky streams of black hair. “You did so well.” She smiled sleepily, nuzzling into his hand. Just as Princess was starting to get jealous, he reached out with his other hand and gave her headpats too. “And I’m proud of you too, Princess, for taking care of her. I’m sure you’ll continue to do so - you’ll look out for each other, and look after each other, like a good herd does. Isn’t that right?”

“Mmooo, [Of course,]” Princess replied with a smile, the newer hucow echoing her a moment later.

“Good girls.” A wicked look flickered across his face as he continued to stroke his cows’ hair. “To think, if I’d given you a choice, you would’ve missed out on this,” he mused. “If I’d listened when you both begged me not to do this to you, and lifted the hex before it progressed beyond the point of no return, you never would’ve gotten the life of peace and satisfaction you have now. Just goes to show, what someone wants and what she needs isn’t always the same thing.”

Princess stared at him blankly, the meaning of his words escaping her. That’d been happening more and more lately - she was increasingly having moments where she completely failed to comprehend her farmer’s words. Was she losing language the longer she was a hucow? Maybe she’d reach a point where she couldn’t even think in human sentences, and she’d have a fully bovine brain, mooing mentally as well as out loud. That’d be pretty cool.

Although, perhaps it wasn’t her. Glancing to her left, she saw 941, who’d been a hucow all of six hours and hadn’t had time to sink quite so far into the mental state, gazing up at him with a dim expression she felt sure matched her own. Perhaps he was keeping his meaning deliberately opaque to confuse them both. That was just like him, after all. He could be so mischievous!

But she’d let him get away with it, because she loved him so much. How could she not, when he’d given her the greatest gift she could ever ask for? And now he’d done it again, and she was sure 941 adored him just as much as she did.

“Please, do feel free to show your appreciation,” he chuckled.

Princess needed little provocation, and, it seemed, neither did 941. “Mmmmooooooooooooooooo!” they both boomed at once, sustaining the sound until they ran out of breath, beaming broadly up at the man who had granted their deepest desire and given them the best existence they could ever wish for.

“Very good cows!” he smiled back at them, rubbing their horns. “OK, it’s been a long day, and we’ve got to be up early tomorrow. This one needs her first milking.” He nodded at 941, who quivered. “I’m gonna put all this away, and then leave you two in peace. I’m sure you’ll help her get settled in, Princess,” he concluded, winking at his first cow. She grinned and nodded.

Sauntering away, the farmer put out the fire and began to pack up the branding implements. Princess didn’t bother to watch, returning her attentions to her cowshed’s new resident. She hadn’t realised they’d be sharing accommodation, but supposed it made sense - there was plenty of room, after all, and sleeping together would help cement their growing bond.

“Mmoo? [How’s your bum?]” she teased.

941 blushed, averting her gaze. “Mmooo. [Still kinda stings.]” She grinned ruefully, glancing at her front feet. “Mmoo. Mmmoooo! [Can’t even reach back and rub or scratch it now. Oh no, an unforeseen consequence!]”

Princess snorted with mirth. “Mmooo, [Well, I’m quite happy to help,]” she said in a sultry tone (which is hard to do in Moo, but she thought she’d pulled it off).

She backed up until she was facing 941’s backside, and the smouldering mark emblazoned across the left cheek. “Mmoooooo, [Now just relax, sweetie, and let your Princess take care of you,]” she said gently, and then extended her tongue and ran it over the surface of 941’s butt.

“M-moooo,” the new cow gasped, startled, a violent shudder going through her. But she didn’t pull away. Rather, she pushed a little closer, just as Princess herself had done when 941 had been lavishing her attentions on her arse. She continued to lay long, luxurious licks across the branded buttock, her saliva soothing the scorch mark, alleviating any irritation 941 still felt.

Princess got lost in the repetitive motion, caressing her tongue again and again over the soft, supple skin, which began to shine from the wetness coating it. Letting out more meaningless moos of pleasure all the time, 941 slowly bowed down, raising her rear higher to meet her new lover’s mouth, spreading her hind legs further apart to better hold her position, her tail writhing above her.

Pausing for breath momentarily, Princess smiled faintly at the 941 brand she’d drenched in her drool. Then she couldn’t help catching sight of her fellow cow’s cunt, fully exposed by her spread stance, visibly slick with arousal. 941 was clearly enjoying her tongue bath very much. Her cute little labia looked so wet and needy, practically begging for attention... So delectably juicy...

Well, how was she supposed to resist? She was only bovine. And besides, she’d spent quite enough time and energy on 941’s butt now. She’d done her part to ease her pain - now it was time to treat herself.

Without any qualms, Princess shifted a step to the right and resumed her eager licking, this time on a new target. 941 squealed with surprise again, trembling with lust as the larger cow’s tongue keenly explored her crevice.

“See? This is what I’m talking about - you’re taking such good care of each other,” the farmer chortled from close by. Princess hadn’t even noticed his approach, which was a first. “Such good girls. I know you’re gonna be the closest of cow-mpanions.” She would’ve rolled her eyes if they weren’t shut. “Alright, I’m off. Good night, girls.”

He gave Princess a friendly pat on the rump, and then strolled away as she gave a muffled moo of farewell. She was a little disappointed she wouldn’t get his cock tonight, but he’d had a point before - it had been a long, and exciting, day. Besides, it was hard to feel too upset when she was in the midst of licking 941’s sweet, slavering snatch.

It wasn’t too long before the thorough tonguing took 941 past her limits, and she cried out with deafening moos, fervently humping Princess’ face. The newer cow collapsed onto the floor, her legs splayed out around her, groaning and whimpering euphorically. Princess stood over her with a triumphant smile, relishing the wetness coating her cheeks, mouth and nose.

“Mmoooo, [Hope that made you feel better, love,]” she giggled. “Mmooo...? [Now, what do you have to say to me...?]”

“Mmooo... [Thank you so much...]” 941 said sleepily.

“Mmoo-ooo, [Thank you so much, Your Highness,]” Princess corrected haughtily. “Mmooooooo. Mmoooo. [Or ‘Your Majesty’, or ‘Princess’, at the very least. One should always address royalty properly.]”

Opening her bleary eyes fully, 941 looked up incredulously. “Mmooo? [Are you serious?]”

“Moo, [Of course,]” she replied matter-of-factly. “Mmooo? Mooo. Mmoo. [What, you think ‘Princess’ is just a nickname? Nooo. It’s my title.]” She stepped closer, towering above the new cow and staring down imperiously. “Mooooo. Mmoo. Mmoooooo. Moo. Mmooo. [I AM the Princess. It’s what I am. To you, and to any other heifer that joins our herd. I rule here. I’m large and in charge.]”

941 looked a little intimidated, but tried to laugh it off. “Mmoo. Mmmooooooo... mmooo-ooo... [Yeah, OK. I mean, I like you, and I’d definitely like your guidance and your support... and you’re really fucking hot, and you ate my cunt so well...]” Her dreamy expression of reminiscence vanished as quickly as it had appeared. “Mmooooo. Mooo. Mmooo- [But I’m never gonna be the type to just do whatever I’m told, even now I’m a cow. And I’m not exactly a royalist. I don’t think I could really bring myself to call you ‘Your Majes-’]”

Her protests were interrupted by Princess lowering herself down and lying on top of her, her enormous belly and udders squishing against her back, her chin resting on the top of her head. “Mmoo!” 941 yelped, panicking immediately at the weight pressing down on her. “Mmooo?! Mmoooo! [What the fuck, dude?! Get off me!]”

“Mmoo. [Nope.]” Princess smiled sadistically. “Mmoooooo. Mmooo. Moooooo. [I want you to agree, without reservation, that I am your Princess. That I rule over you, and our herd. That whatever I say, goes.]”

“Mooo! Mmoo! [You’re crazy! Let me go!]”

941 struggled frantically, but it was hopeless. She was pinned in place by Princess’ gigantic gut. She’d be able to breathe perfectly well, and wouldn’t be uncomfortable cushioned by the bigger cow’s body. She was just stuck, inescapably.

“Mmoooooo, [You didn’t seem to mind serving me earlier, attending to my asshole,]” Princess remarked over the trapped cow’s whimpering and writhing. “Mmooo. Mmmoooo. Mmmmooooooo. Mooooo. [That’s all I really want from my subjects. Proper respect, and satisfying my every sexual whim. Other than that, you get to live a life of pure peace and bliss, just like we promised. All you have to do is acknowledge the hierarchy.]”

It occurred to her that her actions might be a little extreme, but for some reason 941’s brattiness irked her. She was glad to have a new friend, but she had to make her superiority clear. She was the Princess. She was in charge. She’d been promised royal treatment by the farmer from the beginning, and she didn’t expect that to change. 941 needed to understand that they had different ranks, and that she needed to show her the right level of respect. She’d been perfectly compliant earlier when she ate her ass - and Princess had enjoyed that deferential attitude almost as much as the ass-eating itself - so it wasn’t as if she couldn’t do it. She just had to go back to that submissive state, and stay that way.

When 941 continued her futile fight for freedom, Princess urged, “Mmoo. Moo. Mmooo. Mmmooo. Moo? [Say it. I’m the Princess. I’m the ruler of this herd. I am large, and in charge. Got it?]”

“Moo, mmoo! Mmm-oooo-oo! [OK, OK! You’re the Princess, you’re large and in charge!]” 941 cried, still squirming helplessly.

“Mmoo, [Once more with feeling,]” Princess encouraged, with a snicker.

Sighing defeatedly, 941 stopped struggling. “Moo. Mmooo. Mmmooo, [You’re the Princess. You’re the ruler of this herd. You’re large and in charge,]” she said humbly.

“Moo. Mmoo. [That’s better. Good girl.]” Princess gave her a kiss on the head.

“Mm-mmoooo-oooo? [Now will you please let me go?]”

“Mm-mmoooo-ooooo? [‘Now will you please let me go’, what?]”

941 sighed again. “Mmmoooo-oooo...? [Now will you please let me go, Your Majesty...?]”

“Mmmm... moo, [Hmmm... no,]” Princess replied with a smirk. “Mmm-moooooo-oooo... [I’m going to sleep now, and I think I like you right where you are, cutie...]”

“Mmooo... [Oh, but Princess...]” 941 whined.

“Mmoo, [Hush now, Nine,]” she chuckled. “Mmooo! [Your Princess needs her beauty sleep!]”

And with that, she planted her chin firmly on 941’s head and closed her eyes. The new cow grumbled quietly, but couldn’t do much about it. Soon enough, she accepted the situation, settled down, and tried to get to sleep under the weight of her royal mentor.

Princess smiled contentedly, as comfortable lying on 941 as she had been on her bench a couple of hours earlier. She’d had an absolutely fantastic evening, getting acquainted with her new cow-mpanion (and she was grateful the farmer would never know his dreadful pun had even crossed her mind again). Getting to show her around, teach her about the life of a hucow, and enjoy the first of what would surely be many, many sexcapades with her. Asserting her indisputable dominance had been the perfect ending to the night.

Now that she had a devoted, if slightly bratty, cow subject who would revere her, obey her, and pleasure her whenever she required, her already idyllic existence had become even more heavenly. And it would only get better as her herd of adoring, ass-kissing cows grew and grew.

With this wonderful image in mind, Princess drifted off into a deep slumber, with her new bovine body pillow still trapped beneath her.