In the Valley of the Shadow [Elimination]

“Marika! Marika Tanabata, Yua’s former husband!”

Yuki looks confused. Truly and utterly confused. One sign of that confusion is clearly evident as Maricela drops to the floor, her hips no longer bound by Yuki’s magic. An oversight quickly remedied as her hips lifted and Ben’s cock drove deep into her ass once again.

“That would be Mark Tanabata, not Marika.” Yuki's confusion continues, but a look on her face betrays something else. Intrigue. “I thought maybe you had knowledge of the 8th contestant, of Esther, but you are just spouting nonsense…”

Whether through that bewildered oversight or wanting to know more, Ben is not silenced. “She’s not nonsense. She’s… Why are you doing this? Why are you gaslighting me? Acting like she’s not real? Is this some new ****? Some dark new spin designed to break me?”

Yuki shakes her head. “No, no. Or at least… it’s not my attempt at breaking you.” She smiles. “But that’s the thing Ben-tan. I’m not the only monster in this world. I know some viewers like to think I’m the scariest host. But sometimes there’s something even more scary. The things they don’t see. I stand in the light inflicting terror. But sometimes, it’s the things you don’t see. Those are the things that should really keep you up at night.”

“But you tried to make a deal, tried to take her from me. It has to be you, nobody else makes sense!” Ben drives into Maricela with fury. His anger infecting his body’s movements ever so slightly. An anger that only grows hotter as Yuki smiles.

“Oh, so I offered you a deal. And this Yuki, did she put it to the audience? Make a poll perhaps?” Ben shakes his head, but Yuki only nods hers in response, her smile only manic. “I’m sure you told me to go fuck myself. I’m sure you told me no deal. They probably did as well. But there’s a rule in Harem Hotel. I haven’t used it in this season, so I haven’t explained it. But it is still in play. In order to make a better viewing experience, a host can overturn a vote from the audience. They can negate those choices. In order to make a better story.”

Ben feels lost, confused, powerless. “What, so you did that? Stole her from me?”

Yuki shrugs. “Not me. But maybe some other me. Sounds like something that I might do. No, that I would do. Especially if she thought that her piece of art was on the verge of being desecrated by those who do not appreciate it. As a lover of art, it is better to be an art thief than to stand by as a beautiful piece is destroyed.” Yuki leans down, patting Maricela’s ass. “Not some two-bit piece of ass whose role is over.”

“I… I just… You… Monster. Are you saying that the Yuki I’ve known… ran away with Marika, and put me here? Why? Just to suffer?” Ben’s rage slips from him. The existential confusion, the layers of guilt and ethics and pain, he knew everything was wrong, but was utterly helpless. If this Yuki isn’t the one he’d known all this time, would yelling at her help? But she was clearly as malicious, clearly as evil, and to top it all off, with her manic grin, clearly enjoying this just as much as his Yuki. Any Yuki, really.

“Oh, well, magic is complicated. You are bound to your harem, and they are bound to you. One cannot simply take a person and spirit them away. The magic is too deep. But… what if you made a photocopy? But that… That isn’t quite the same, now is it? Leftovers warmed over, a 5 star meal heated with a microwave. So maybe, you take certain parts and combine them with other parts. Take a mind hither, a soul yonder, a body here. And you have a match, one original, complete. Perfect. But certain elements like a Master’s soul might leave a few residues like a bit of mayonnaise left on the plate after you put down your knife.”

But Ben knew one thing. “You… She stole her. She’s mine!” Yuki merely shrugs. “I think of it as more embezzlement but you replaced it with somebody else’s money. A soul embezzlement if you will.”

Yuki looks away for a second. “Oh, this little, shall we say, flight of fancy took up all of the time while the voting took place. Now, stud, let’s shut you up and hear from your little sex **** to be. Although… well I don’t think you’re really a sex **** with how you’re about to end up.”

Ben is clearly angry, but finds his only outlet to spank Maricela, to thrust harder, to play his role more vigorously. But Maricela meekly speaks now, and Yuki looks down at her, like some god about to pass judgment.

“Please. Did they…” Her face tightens in pain. “Did they spare my son?”

Yuki looks down at her. “Well, the choice you wanted led for quite a few hours, I will say. The audience’s better angels rushing in to save the day. The official Discord is full of lovely people. God only knows they’d save the whole world if they could.”

Maricela cries out. “Please. Don’t tell me… It’s… Please tell me that it was a back and forth.” It was clear from how Yuki had laid it out. Harem Relations Officer had led in the first few hours. So either it was overtaken, only to come back, maybe losing then coming back a few times, winning… or…

“Yeah, no. After 4 hours, your fate was sealed. It’s Moo Moo time, Mooricela.”

Yuki leaned forward, squeezing Maricela’s nose and jiggling it, only to leave a black septum piercing in it. And the second Yuki released her nose, Maricela let all of the air it could draw fuel her wails of pain and despair.

“NOOOOOO, PLEASE GOD, NOOOOO! WHYYYY? NOOOOO! PLEASE JESUS! PLEASE NOOOOO!” Soon the words stopped as those thoughts were replaced by the pure agony of a woman who had everything stolen from her. The nos turning into pure vowels, their meaning clearer than any words could ever be.

But Yuki wasn’t content to let her misery be the sole owner of this moment. Her hands went to Maricela’s neck, revealing a white alabaster collar with a pure white cowbell beneath. As Maricela screamed, the bell beneath dangled and jangled with small little clunks and thuds. But as Yuki stepped back, Ben saw something appear and he was truly scared for his former HR executive.

At some point, a long metal rod had appeared parallel to Ben, one that rested in a fire, but one so hot that it appeared white. Yuki stepped back, pulling a branding iron from the hot roiling fire. She stepped forward, and Ben felt himself pull out of her ass until only the tip of his cock remained inside of her. And Yuki drove the brand onto the woman’s ass.

The words had long since been replaced with the cry of animalistic pain and suffering, but this only grew in volume as the brand drove into her. But as the air ran out, after a shuddering breath, the next scream felt like it did have a consonant in front of it.

“MOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

The brand was not quickly removed, as Yuki held it there, and it was clear that it was serving as some kind of conduit. Maricela’s breasts, one of the largest pairs in the harem, left no doubt as they expanded. And Ben could feel wetness beneath his legs as he looked down to see a stream of milk flowing from her breasts without end, leaving a puddle. As her breasts settled at each being the size of her head, Ben could see a tail forming above her ass along with a tramp stamp tattoo.

Property of Ben Weathers

The tail had hair the same shade as her head all along it, but it was at least short. Ben could see other subtler changes, but he could feel one very specific one. Maricela’s ass was tight before, but now, it felt like it was alive. Not the frenzied gripping of a woman unused to anal tightening in pain, but instead a stroking, tight feeling like some unseen hand was jerking him off with the poor woman’s guts. Finally, Yuki pulled the brand away and it quickly formed a black brand on her ass.

Master’s Hucow **** Mooricela

Ben looked at it, and at once, he didn’t see anything wrong with it. Well, obviously it was bad that Yuki branded her, but he did not notice that the name Maricela was gone from his mind. It was simply her name, surrounded in a circle by the words Master’s Hucow ****.

As the brand pulled away from Mooricela, her voice quieted, almost sounding like she had no more sound to give. Or maybe it was that Yuki had lowered her volume by 50 percent. As she began talking.

“Now, let’s go over all of these changes. I’m sure you can feel her sex toy body, jerking you off like it is her purpose. Because that is her purpose now. Although I will say, even though I have given her an ass that enjoys anal sex, her pussy is a far better conquest. She’ll make you feel like a stud with that hot slit between her legs, begging and pleading you to take her and fuck her and breed her.” Yuki slaps her leg like some old cowboy.

“There are some other less obvious changes that need to be explained. She can never stand on two legs again. And no, it’s not because her breasts are too heavy, although it would probably affect her center of gravity. No it’s because animals don’t stand on two legs. I know that the word hucow might make you think she’s really human, but she’s mostly a cow now. Her concerns are eating, drinking, sleeping, making milk, and most importantly, fucking.” With that, it’s like some edict was rescinded as Ben pushed into Mooricela all over again, thrusting into and fucking her ass. And Mooricela only cries out more in pleasure.

“She can still talk, but it’s mostly going to be in ‘Fuck Me Owner,’ and ‘Breed Me Owner’s. Don’t expect any philosophy talks coming from her or even being able to cook and clean. She had her chance to be a human in your harem. To me, she’s not in your harem anymore. Because an animal can’t be part of a harem. She is just an animal you choose to fuck sometimes. A true, real deal elimination. Harem Relation Officer would have her giving her harem spot to others and La Vida Loca would’ve made her look in. But now she can stay here, on our show, but not contest her place. She’s a pet that you fuck when you feel like filling her up with your cum.”

Yuki leans down, her finger tapping the cowbell that clanks as Ben’s hips slam into Mooricela’s ass. “Other unseen things. She’s always wet, always ready to take her Owner’s cock. And her womb is yours to command as well. Tell her to not conceive and she will not conceive, even if you fill her with cum morning noon and night for a month. But give her one order, and she will ovulate on command. Her children will be completely normal, although they might be bullied by the rest of the Harem’s children for being half-cow. Children can be the real cruel ones.”

Yuki shrugs, smiling. “There are a few more tattoos. Breed Me over her pussy. Milk tanks above her breasts. A chain around her thigh. Probably a few others, and no doubt you can add a few more over the course of the years that she has left in service.”

At this point Yuki counts things on her fingers. “She makes a gallon of milk roughly every meal. She likes being milked by you but can handle herself if you don’t want to bother with your pet that day. She eats normal human food but can’t really understand forks and knives. Hmmm… Am I forgetting something? Let’s wake up this lazy little cow and see if she has anything insightful to say?”

Yuki claps and the collapsed woman perks up. Mooricela moans, “Owner, please fuck Mooricela. Mooricela’s ass feels so good, with Owner’s big cock.” Yuki snaps. “Oh right! She’ll call you Owner, but if you want you can have her call you Daddy or Papi with her other transformation. Nothing else though. Callie calls you Master, Yua Goshujin-sama, it’d be boring if everybody had one name for you.” Yuki snaps again and Mooricela continues.

“Mooricela wants to be a good cow for you Owner, please, please take her milk. Breed her. Make her full of your children. Let Mooricela be your good cow. Give you snuggles and fucks.”

Ben looks down at her, her mind clearly gone. The woman that he had known gone. Left behind little more than an animal, no, a sex toy pretending to be an animal. “I will Mooricela. I’ll take care of you from now on.”

“Mooo, Mooricela happy! Owner, do you want to cum in Mooricela’s butt? Her pussy wants your cum, wants your child, but Mooricela knows she needs to earn it, give her milk, give good fucks.” As Ben hears Mooricela say child, his heart breaks. The begging, the knowledge of what she had been, what she lost… it was gone. To her, any kid she had with Ben would be the first. That is if she even remembered them afterwards. Maybe the second she had them, she’d only be interested in the next breeding, the next impregnation… How tragic.

“Moo, Owner cum. Mooricela already cum twice. Owner cum please, Mooricela butt tired.” Yuki slaps her forehead. “Oh, right, I knew I was forgetting something.” And with another snap, Ben cums, filling his hucow’s ass with cum.

As Ben collapses backwards, Yuki smiles down at him. “Such a stud, fucking his cow for so long. So virile. A fine animal.”