Escape

“Alright.” You make a split-second decision. Even the worst case of spending your entire life as a brainless cowgirl seems positively 'fun' compared to the probably fate that awaits you when Lyla takes you to her destination.

“Y-yeah... Now that I think about it, her own words make where she's taking me sound very 'cult-like.'”

The Cowgirl nods. “Oh, it is. Cultivators are, best case scenario, blind to us mortals. Worst case, they'll actively meddle and ruin people just for fun.” You opened the gate. The girl took a deep breath and seemed a bit uncomfortable having her tits unsupported, but took a deep breath and prepared to bare it. “I think this is a good choice, because now you get to join us and Minotaurs are closer to Mortals than those nasty people.” She claimed.

“You say 'us' but you haven't even really met another Minotaur yet, right?”

She cocked her head curiously. “Oh... That's true. I wonder why I know so much? I feel like I know exactly where the camp is, despite never having been.”

You made a mental note. It seemed as though the parasite instilled not just a sense of purpose but direction. Even unattended, the new Cowgirls were much like salmon retracing the steps written into their genes to breed. You hoped very dearly that you and her would not suffer the same fate as the salmon, however.

“Let's go. What about her?” You pointed to the more docile girl.

“I got her.” She held the other Cowgirl's hand and began pulling her along.

“We should be quick. Who knows how much distance we need to make for that scary girl to not find us.”

“Quite a bit...” You admitted. It felt as though she detected you naturally, as if by tracing your aura. You hoped that there was a range.

The Cow smiled sweetly, her cute ears perking. “It's okay, sweetie. This might be my brain not being as sharp as it was, but I feel like we're going to be fine.” You nodded and let her lead you out of the barn through the back. If the girl was actively tracking you, you would know soon but as the tropical forest got deeper and thicker there was just nothing. Nothing but the sounds of strange animals all around. You would be fearful if not for the fact that the Cow moved like she was attached to a dousing rod. The movements did not seem random, either. More like she was following an unseen path.

“How much longer?” You asked.

“Surprisingly close!” She was not trying to be quiet. You cringed, then remembered that those that could hear were theoretically not the threat to you.

“I think the ones that found us in the Inn actually came from this camp.”

“Why such a long way?”

“The settlement we were at is more populated. I think the Inn was going to have less people.”

“Less danger?”

“For the people.” She shrugged.

“I think it's likely that they could take the settlement but they'd have to kill. It's way easier to capture when up against less, right?”

“I'll take your word for it...”

The Cow hummed and you all wandered for another hour. You wondered what Lyla was doing right this moment. If she was angry. If you had not stirred her wrath back at the inn, you definitely have now. The Cow asked.

“You want me to try to get them to put longer horns on you?”

“H-horns?” You looked down.

“Oh... Right.” You were unambiguously leaving to become a Cow. A part of a herd. She was being quite nice, asking. If she could swing it either way you wondered what would be better. First you eyed the passive Cow; silent and seemingly numb to any thought. You then looked to the smarter Cow. You did not have to wonder, because you could just ask her.

“Are you happy being smart?”

“It's exciting.” She shuddered.

“I think most of my people will live in bliss without thought but I get to 'experience' it. Anticipate it. I'll feel longing for my mate, hunger and pain and time without him which should make all my time with him so much sweeter. I will comprehend his flavor and scent... Like a connoisseur. Maybe I will fall to bliss with my mind melting into oblivion as I give myself to my role? That's fine too.” She giggled.

“Holy-” You blushed deeply, realized what you were saying and muttered.

“Cow...” Her words managed to arouse even you. She made permanent submission to dumb, brutish men sound so pleasant. Hell, she made oblivion sound pleasant.

It was just a bit more walking before you finally reached a marker. The market was not physical, but instead the scent of smoke and scorched meat. You wondered what type. Then the forest opened up into a small-ish Minotaur camp. It seemed to host about five males within sight, and suggested a few more unseen since it was unlikely that all the warriors would rest or retire within the camp at the same time. As you approached the males alerted and moved to greet your coming party. Your heart beat rapidly. This was it.

Since the girls were ahead of you, you saw them get pulled apart. One male lifted the dimmer bulb and sniffed her. She was sturdy so she just smiled and took at as she was lifted up to the male's large bovine head. Once he was satisfied he pushed air out through his nose and licked her, eliciting a giggle. He let her down. She immediately took the initiative to lay on her back and spread her legs. You could have been mistaken, but you could swear you saw steam leaving her nethers as she spread herself. You brought your attention to the smarter Cow who seemed to have a far less jarring experience. The men eyed her horns as she stood at attention with her hands folded nervously in front of her lap. One bellowed at her. He was a larger male out of the host that she saw. The girl looked surprised, then excited. She hopped up and down and clapped.

“W-what? What is it?”

She glanced back. “They gave me a name!” Her lips stretched into a contented smile.

“Moona... I'm so happy.”

You blinked. “Is that... Normal? Wait, did they say something about me?”

She pointed back and bellowed at the man with pouting lips. The Minotaur seemed surprised, like he was just noticing you for the first time. Not the reaction you were expecting. Your inherited body was far nicer than the one you had back home. You knew very well because you spent quite a bit of free time exploring it. It felt perverted after a while, like you were molesting a stranger, so you stopped. You held your hands up pensively. Your body was drawn into a tight posture from nerves. The Minotaur approached.

“Uhm...”

“No sudden movements.” Moona warned.

“He's cautious of you for some reason I don't understand.”

“That's not good.” You muttered.

“I don't LIKE cautious. Shouldn't I be getting masked or something?” The Minotaur leaned forward and sniffed you. He moved his head like he had sniffed something sharp, like pepper, and leaned back. He bellowed back at the Cow.

“What was that?”

“How strange... It seems like he finds you 'unappealing' for some reason, but that can't be so because I quite like you” She paused and bellowed at the cautious Minotaur.

“Don't worry, I'm trying right now to convince him to make you one of us so hold tight!”

“Hold hold hold....” You inhaled and closed your eyes to think. It was just a second before you opened them again.

“Hold that thought, Moona. Am I in danger here?”

“They seem to recognize that you helped us get back and they're grateful. They just don't know what to do with you. Something about you is tricking their instincts.” She explained.

“So, maybe I hang out here and don't get masked... For a little while.” You were not ready to lose yourself completely. You wanted to have the sense to study these things, first of all. Second, you were scared. This was an opportunity.

Moona bellowed something at the male. He shrugged his large shoulders and wandered back to her, his big tail whipping back and forth behind him.

“It's unheard of but he-” She gulps as she is lifted up and slung over his shoulder.

“He says it's fine!”

You were curious, so you followed where he was taking her. It was an old stump near one of the bonfires. He sat himself down and pulled Moona back over his lap. She quivered with excitement.

“This is it... My purpose fulfilled.” She muttered breathlessly. The girl reached down and flipped up his loincloth, not that the thing would do any work in hiding the massive member. It stood up at attention quickly and showed itself for what it was. A foot and a half long cock the curled back towards the male slightly, just due to the way it was. It was a full foot and a half, but the length equal to around an average cock she would have seen hid itself beneath a furry sheath. Dangling below were two twitching bulbs the size of cantaloupes. You covered your mouth.

'There's NO way.' You thought as you watched her position herself over it. Her own steaming nethers allowed no hesitation. The Male bellowed as Moona eagerly lowered herself over the monster.

Her lip quivered as she took it. There was no pain. You angled to look and see. Her cunt lips were simply opening in what seemed like a perfectly comfortable insertion to her. She let out a satisfied bellow and anchored herself by rest a hand on her shoulder and another on the Minotaur's face. If you were not mistaken, they had the appearance of a cute couple. Your mind was blown as she took a half foot of the man's cock within her but just kept sinking and sinking over it like she was bottomless. She did eventually stall with her pussy stretched fully around the base of his cock near the sheath. You thought it ironic that the length of a man that a girl would normally be able to take was the last bit that Moona could not. Inside her, a full foot of cock and some change pulsed.

You got a dirty feeling watching as Moona lifted her rear, then slammed herself down once, then twice, again and again. It was like you were watching livestock mating more than an actual lovemaking session. The only thing that fooled you was the girls affectionate kissing and licking over the males snout, and the licking he gave back to her. After a few times you salivated a little to see the Minotaur's cock being polished to a sheen by Moona's juices. You stumbled back and sat your rear an a smaller seat. Next to you, as if by fate you saw a set of masks sitting on a strung up sash. Short horns. Your hand shakily rolled over the pale white bone of the skull, then the horns. They were warm to the touch. You gagged, but felt a pang of arousal at the same time in steep contrast. Within it were little tendrils like worms. To wear it would be to give your brain to them to melt, to mold. Your body would follow and then... You exhaled deeply and watched the Minotaur finish inside of Moona. Not a single drop escaped her until he drew out his massive, flopping cock to leave her gaped wide. Even then it was only a drizzle of white. It was as if almost all of it had hit the intended target and was swirling around inside.

You pulled your hand away. “Not now...” It was ecstasy, but it was also pleasant watching these creatures. This things that no one understood with their social dynamics that no one cared about. You could be the voice that brought all of those lost tidbits of knowledge to the surface. The thought gave you goosebumps. That you could be the one. Your story to tell.

-

There were more women or 'Cows' in the camp than initial impressions let on. At least one per each male with a few to spare. You found that there were eight males guarding the camp and that it was a forward base for a much more fortified 'nest.' You settled in with the Cows with Moona's blessing. That was something you began looking into immediately. It seemed as though the length of Moona's horns not only bestowed her a name from the leader of the camp, which was special, but privileges with them. She was still a breeder, but she would not have it any other way. None of the cows would. You saw through living with them over a few days that the Cows were almost universally blissful and in a permanent state of perceived comfort. When their tits leaked the males drank from them. When they were not with child, and even when they were the males mated with them. When it was time for them to give birth they did so and the whole camp would chip in. You witnessed it once and saw a young bull emerge and immediately start suckling from his mother.

“He'll grow fast. Big and strong and ready to mate. All of us give birth to males.”

“Wouldn't that crowd these camps?” You commented.

“Well... It would, but our young bulls eventually leave the nest on their own with a few other members of the Herd to find their own mates. Their own camps. Their own food.”

“So it's actually quite... Virulent then.” You consigned the facts to memory. You were unnaturally skilled at taking mental notes as if your mind was a book that put to page every single thing you saw or heard or felt. It was jarring, but you guessed it to be a quirk of your host's body and mind.”

Moona sat comfortably at your side and clutched her belly. It was not obvious, just slightly swollen and suggested a fast pregnancy.

“I hope someday our people will have our own nation. Like the one I lived in.”

“You need leaders for that.”

“We have them. I understand now.”

“Really? The males?”

“No.” Moona smiled.

“The women.” She felt her horns blissfully, rolling her thumb around the smooth point.

“I can feel it now. All of our horns lengthen over our lifespan and our little friends grow alongside us, absorbing our experiences.”

You blinked. “So... You get smarter and smarter with each subsequent generation.” It was exactly as you suspected, but that brought the question to the forefront again. Glancing around, it was a question you had the answer to.

“All the males are born with short horns. The masks... The bulk of them are going to be male. That means most women will end up with short horns and-”

“Our lifespans aren't impressive.” She smiled nervously and rubbed her belly.

“Birthing a Minotaur is not as easy as it might seem.”

“It doesn't seem easy...”

“Oh.” Moona shrugged.

“I'm hoping I'll have three or four before my time. I'm driven to have them and to love them and to sacrifice everything for the cycle but the smarter part of me wants my horns to grow big.”

“Why?” You looked at her closely.

“I hear bellows of a Queen. The one with the longest, best horns. The one that has lived the longest. She... She can apparently stand up to cultivators. Actually hold her own against them. But she's just one woman.”

“Hmm...” You fell into thought. You heard another 'hmm.' behind you.

“That's curious information.” A cocky, feminine tone came from behind you.

“Seems to imply that it was a mistake to leave these girls alive, if they can become queens.” Another familiar voice.

You turned around were horrified to see Lyla standing behind you. At her side there was a stoic-looking girl with short pointed ears, thin framed glasses and smooth green hair. She wore green and gold robes that split at the legs to allow free movement. You glanced around and noticed that the camp was frozen, or at least moving very slowly to react to the threats. Lyla smiled, which was surprising considering what you did.

“You followed them back to their camp to get to the source. Brilliant, actually. I just wish you told me, Eve.”

The pointed-ear girl nodded solemnly. She looked to be concentrating. “That's just like our Eve to gather such valuable information AND keep herself safe and sound in a Minotaur Nest while she's doing it. Frankly... I'm in awe.” Neither sounded sarcastic to you. Panic washed over you as it crossed your mind that these two girls would kill each and every soul present with an amount of ease that left zero chance for the camp that you've come to like.

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