Your breeding cow

I shuffled around behind Kimberly, still teasing her with one hand. I could feel the heat from her cunt with my palm. It pained me to pull my hand away but I needed both of them to undo my jeans and slide them down my legs. My throbbing cock was exposed and sprang up. Apparently I decided to go commando when I changed my outfit.

Kimberly didn’t see that, though. She was staring forward, waiting patiently with her long, squishy udders out in the open. I caressed her ass through the cow print bikini.

“Yessir, you gotta keep ‘em bred if’n you want milk. Otherwise them teats will dry up. And we don’t want that do we?”

Kimberly replied with a “moo” of agreement.

I pressed my hard dick against her ass and just started rubbing it gently. I rolled my hips in tiny little circles, enjoying the sensation as I dragged this out. After a little bit of this something strange happened.

Well, stranger than what had already happened.

Kimberly’s skin changed. It wasn’t just the bikini that was cow-print. Her entire body was now chalky white with black splotches. I reached for her hips and found that she had also grown a short layer of fuzz, feeling like soft velvet. The hair on her head was the same, so I pulled back on her ponytail until she was looking at me. The fuzz was everywhere except her nose, lips, and milk-filled breasts.

Her nose was different though, wider and more upturned. Her lips had gotten fuller. And her ears stuck out from the side of her head, long and oval shaped. I hadn’t stopped my gentle grinding and it still felt good, except now there were no bikini bottoms in the way. I was sliding up and down between her very wet, very inviting pussy lips.

She had become a cowgirl. Or cow-girl?

I finally stopped my movements. I released her hair and for a moment I just admired her. This was a new experience. I hadn’t ever dreamed a furry partner before. I hadn’t really thought of it. It had just sort of happened.

What did that mean?

Sensing my hesitation, Kimberly reached back to pull her asscheeks apart. That opened up her pussy, dripping juice and ready for me. Another part of her that was still pink.

“Please Farmer Forrester. I don’t want to run dry. Breed me.”

After all of the mooing it was a shock to hear her voice again. She was inviting me in. But could I go through with it?