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2009-02-02T16:54:42Z

Mysterion:

== '''Bull Market''' ==
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Let me know what you think @ mystery.ecks @ gmail.com''

The 80s-vintage powder blue escort sputtered to a stop on the sun
baked stretch of county road which cut through an uninhabited stretch
of prairie. The occupants emerged from the apparently dying vehicle.
First, the driver a long tall bespectacled blonde woman of college
age. She cursed and fruitlessly kicked one of Escort's front tires.
From the back seat stepped out a lanky disheveled young man,
alternating between running a hand through his thick long red hair and
scratching his razor stubble. From the other side of the back seat
came a chubby nearly egg shaped young woman with mousy hair wrestling
with a road map.

"Great! Just great!" The thin blonde yelled. "The exit sign said
gas food and lodging. We've driven for 10 miles without seeing
nothing. Can you tell where we are on the map Deb?"

The chubby girl squinted at the expansive paper that rattled in the
light prairie breeze. "Call me crazy, " Leni" Deb answered, "but I
don't think that exit was on the map."

"Maybe we took a wrong turn at Albuquerque." The boy said with a
nasal Bugs Bunny impersonation.

Deb threw the map at him angrily.

"Its not funny Ian! The biggest fur convention starts tomorrow and
we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere! Now we'll never get
there in time to sell our artwork."

Ian mock cringed at the projectile which wafted away harmlessly on
the wind. He looked up with a grin. "Look cows!"
The three gazed across at a short hill not far off which was dotted
with a grazing herd.

"Funny, that wasn't there a few minutes ago..." Leni mumbled.

"What, we're going to fill the tank with milk." Deb grumbled.

"No!" Ian exclaimed, "Cows means there is a farm nearby. We can go
there to get help."

"Oh no!" Deb protested. "If I know anything from horror movies its
that any place this remote like has to have an axe murderer living on
it."

"Take your pick then, you can go to the farm and face the axe
wielding sicko, or hike back down the highway to meet the pick-up
driving serial killer. The farm is not as far away, if we have to run
at least we'll have the energy to do it."

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Leni nodded as she gazed at the setting sun. "Ian's right. It's
getting late and I don't want to get stuck on the road at night. Who
knows who we'll run into."

Ian prodded his pudgy elbow into Deb's pudgy tummy. "Hey you might
get lucky and meet one of those `mino-dudes you always draw." Ian
joked.

Deb was easy enough to provoke but nothing made her angrier than
being reminded of her secret love of the minotaur form. She cursed
and took a swing at Ian which the nimble boy easily dodged. Leni
intervened before the fight got out of hand.

"Quit it you two! Things are bad enough. Save it at least till we
get some gas."

Deb fumed but gave up her attack and the three plodded up the road.
A mile away the found a drive and hiked up it, finding a large herd of
cows on either side.

"Shouldn't these gals be fenced in?" Ian said.

"Guess they're well trained." Leni joked.

"Look at them. They are staring at us. It gives me the creeps."
Deb grumbled.

After another mile the came to an old farmhouse, its paint paled by
the elements, the windows empty like soulless eyes.

"Looks like it came out of American gothic." Leni murmured.
Ian leaped up the front steps and onto the porch. The floorboards
creaked even under his modest weight. He peered through a window.

"Anybody home?" Deb called nervously.

"Not for the last decade. The floor's collapsed. The place is empty."

"There has to be someone around. Who ever heard of wild Holstein
cows." Leni wondered.

"I so have a bad feeling about this!" Deb cried.

Ian peered off into the distance. "Looks like a big farm building
down that way. Maybe a dairy. I bet we'll find someone down there."

"Lets check it out." Leni agreed.

Deb shook her head Vigorously. "Oh no. I ain't going any deeper
into this place. If something bad happens I want to be able to make a
run for it."

Ian guffawed. "Deb, you couldn't outrun a malignant snail. There's
safety in numbers."

Deb shook her head to show she was adamant.

"Alright, someone should stay here if the owner comes along." Leni
said. "Ian, you come with me, let's check that building out. Deb, if
aren't back in like 45 minutes, hit the road."

Deb watched as her two friends made there way to the far off building
Ian had spotted. She kicked around some stones nervously before
sitting down on the steps of the old house's porch. She pulled out a
pad and pencil she had stowed away in her jeans pocket and idly
started to doodle. She made some cartoonish woodland figures before
drawing a more imposing figure. Her drawing took the shape of a
minotaur, huge and muscular. "Must have cows on the brain." She
thought to herself as she let her imagination fill in the details:
powerful arms, barrel chest, thick hooves, bovine face and oh so well
endowed. She felt the tingling in her belly as she completed her
sketch. Licking her lips, she sighed, "Oh if such a thing really
existed." she sighed as she thought of herself wrapped in her
drawing's arms. A snort startled her fantasy. She looked up to see a
huge black bull staring at her. Deb jumped up and scrambled up the
porch steps, praying that the bull would not follow. It merely
watched unemotionally, swishing its tail.

Deb regained some courage. "Shoo!" She called out. "Hamburger!"

The bull stood passively, shook its head with a snort and shuffled
slowly around the side of the house. Deb sighed in relief until a
thought chilled her. "What if the guys run into that bull!" Slowly
she crept down the porch steps and the corner of the house the bull
had passed. She peered around to see where he had gone. As she did a
hand fell upon her right shoulder.

***

"Man! Too bad there isn't a bull man around. Deb needs to get laid
something awful." Ian joked as he and Leni walked to the large farm
building.

Leni guffawed, "You're one to talk. When was the last time you got laid?"

Ian shrugged, "I make up for it with an active fantasy life. Anyway,
not all these cows are Holsteins, some are ..."

"You seem to know a lot about cows."

Ian smiled. "Sure do! I always thought it would be great to be a cow."

Leni eyed him suspiciously thinking he must be joking, but she could
tell he was serious.

"The life of a cow is the life for me—hanging out all day, eat,
drink, no worries."

"Except being turned into hamburger." Leni interrupted.

"Well, I'd be a milking cow."

"Shouldn't you want to be a bull?"

"Nah, can't milk bulls...or you could sorta, but that would be icky."

"Great, and you tease Deb about being into minotaurs."

"That's because her interest in bovines is purely sexual. For me
it's a lifestyle choice. "

"You're a strange man Ian."

"Now you're one to talk. You want to be a cat!"

"That's different. Cats are sleek and beautiful. Cows are fat and bloated."

"To each his or her own."

"Anyway cowboy, to change the subject, don't you think its weird we
haven't seen any farm equipment around? No tractors, no ploughs, not
even a rake."

"Maybe the place is fully automated?"

"I hope so, because now I am starting to get the creeps. Ok, here we
are, lets see if anyone is home."

The two peered into the entryway of the huge cavernous structure.
Within, lines of cows waited patiently for their turn to step on a
long plate. Once of, the plate elevated several feet. Small doors
opened underneath the cow from which extended and attached milking
equipment to the teats. As the cows groaned in apparent enjoyment,
the hoses sucked their udders dry, depositing the hot milk in large
vats.

"See!" Gasped Ian "It is fully automated!"

"No frickin' way!" Leni protested. "There is no way a place like
this operates with no one around. There is no way cows are
this...well trained!"

Ian nodded, just as dumbfounded as his friend. His voice returned
when he spotted a figure far away on the side of the room. "Hey,
there is someone who might explain what's going on here."

"Let's go!"

The two ran through the dairy, dodging cows yelling for that the
attention of person they had spotted. Apparently their voices were
not heard over the din of the dairy since the figure was nowhere to be
seen.

Ian pointed to an exit leading through which a spiral stairway
descended. Leni bit her lip and nodded. "I am beginning to think Deb
was right to be scared."

"Yeah. Should we go back?"

Leni shook her head. "Nope. We're here. Let's find out what the
heck is going on." She replied firmly and started downstairs.

Ian cursed but could not stomach abandoning his friend and started after her.

The stairway went deep underground, terminating in a dimly lit stone
hallway which had the mustiness of an old basement.

"Great!" muttered Ian in a whisper as they crept down the corridor,

"This is where we run into a nest of vampires."

"Why would vampires be running a dairy?" Leni hissed.

"Maybe they're vegetarian."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Look there is a bright light
ahead. Maybe finally we'll find out what's going on here."

The two slowly made the steps to the light, increasingly trying to
hold their breaths as if that would make them invisible. What they
found when they reached the light's source made them gasp aloud.

They had come upon a large room lit by floating glowing orbs that
hovered about the ceiling. Throughout the room at spaced intervals
were rows and rows of low golden pedestals. On each of these was a
feminine form of exquisite, almost egregious, feminine beauty, long in
limb, narrow in waist, deep in bosom and arching with delicate curves.
Their hair was in varying lengths, from closely cut to nearly knee
level. Each stood in a rigid pose, as if at attention with their arms
at their sides. As Leni and Ian's eyes adjusted to the light, they
found their was something inhuman about them. They all had distinctly
cow like features. Their ears were long flat flaps that jutted
outwards from their hair. On each of the brows sat curved horns.
Some had an extra set of breasts, others had udders. Some had black
and white spotted patterns over their bodies, some were purely black
and some were various shades of brown. All stood on thick solid
hooves instead of feet.

For a few moments, Leni and Ian stood silently dumbfounded as they
stared at the room's contents. Slowly the tread into the room ready
to bolt if any of the figures moved. When finally assured that the
cow women were not going to suddenly come alive, Ian whispered, "Ok,
this is a cow fetish gone too far. What are these things?
Manniquins? Statues?"

Leni took a close look at one of the minotauresses. "They are so
lifelike" She murmered as she touched the creature. The boy and girl
jumped as the figure's eyelids opened.

"Inventory number 55079. Formerly Briana Lang, human female.
Special skill, teacher." it said dully and then her lids shut again.

"Crap, what was that all about." Ian blurted after regaining his composure.

"Well duh!" Leni joked weakly, trying to calm her edgy nerves. "She
was a human, turned into a minotauress to be sold to someone or
something. Happens all the time."

Ian looked walked up a row taking a closer look at some of the other
figures. "You're not making me feel any better. Uh oh. Look at this
one. I mean look at her face, you won't recognize the body."

Leni peered at the cow woman's face. She knew those features, a
friend and furry artist. "Shit!" She gasped, "Li-chan! Linda! She
was driving out with Bruce and Phil to the fur con a few days before
we left."

Ian tapped the figure's wrist. Its eyes opened and its lips moved,
"Inventory number 55073. Formerly Linda Frank, female human. Special
skill, artist." Her eyes and mouth shut.

Ian looked closely at the minotauresses next to the one that was
formerly their friend and that tapped it on the skin, making it stir.
"Inventory number 55074. Formerly Bruce Phelps, male human. Special
skills, artist, musician."

"Nice to know whoever in charge isn't sexist. I guess Phil is here
too somewhere. They were all into bovines and wanted to be taurs. I
guess they got their wish. Jeez, I've thought about this kind of
thing being done, even drawn it being done, but I never thought it
could actually BE done."

"To say the obvious," a slick feminine voice said behind them, "there
is a lot more in heaven and earth than your etcetera, etcetera. The
important thing is that it is very, very profitable."

Without looking, Leni grabbed Ian by the hand. "Run!" she yelled and
the two bolted down the nearest corridor.

"This isn't the way we came." Ian panted as they fled.

"There has to be another way out of here!" Leni cried.

When they reached an intersection, Leni came up with a plan. "Lets
split up. That might increase our chances of getting out and like
getting help."

Wiping away some sweat from his eyes, Ian complained, "And where
exactly IS this help you're expecting to get. There is safety in
numbers."

"And where is the safety in our numbers?" Leni shot back. She
pushed the boy down a hallway, "Get moving! If you get out, get Deb
and get going. Don't look back." She ran off in a different
direction.

Ian puffed his way down a series of corridors, running so long and so
hard his lungs burned. Just about when he thought collapse, he might
he turned a corner into a hallway filled with a warm breeze and
sunlight. Gasping he followed it to emerge into the outside.

"Exercise much?" The slick female voice chuckled behind him.

Exasperated and angry, Ian turned to voice's source. "Can you do
something less predictable than catching me just as I was about to
escape."

At first he though his pursuer was a ghost or a vampire. She was
dressed in a white business suit, with white high-heeled shoes, a
white broad brimmed hat pulled over her white hair, pulled back in a
bun. The color of her skin was a soulless alabaster. In fact, the
only color on her body were the pale blue of her eyes and her blood
red lips.

"Forgive me. Its a most unfortunate habit." She said as she strode
out onto the grass, joining Ian there. "Let me introduce myself. I
have many names, much too difficult to pronounce. Here I call myself
the White Woman."

Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, catching his breath,
Ian thought about whether he should start running again, deck the
woman, both, or just surrender.

"So what now, you change me into a cow woman." He asked panting.

"You have to admit you don't find the idea so distasteful."

He had to admit that he didn't. In fact, if Leni hadn't pressed he
probably wouldn't have run away in the first place.

She stared at him for a moment. "But, you want something else I can
grant, don't you."

There was. His not so secret desire. Somehow she managed to tap
into it, he could feel some force eminating from her, into his
thoughts, bringing it to the forefront of his mind. He could not
deny it.

"On you knees, Ian."

He sank to a kneeling position, confused. Was it wrong to want this
dream, he was unsure but was unable to resist its allure. She reached
down to the grass and pulled up a clump.

"Eat this." She said in a voice that could have been a request or
command, holding it up to his lips. At first, Ian looked at it and
then her quizzically.

"Eat it" She repeated in a soft voice.

In a daze, Ian opened his lips and accepted the clod that she tucked
on his tongue. He expected the taste to be so bitter but instead it
was pleasantly sweet. He chewed it slowly, his jaws beginning to make
a circular motion as he ground it down and swallowed. Something was
happening to him. His lips and jaw felt swollen, like when the
dentist had given him Novocain back when he had his wisdom teeth out.
He lifted his hands to feel his mouth but stopped when he haw them.
The fingers and thumbs of both palms had fused together and the pads
they had become were becoming increasingly harder to bend as if he had
some form of arthritis.

The White Woman took up another handful of grass and fed it to Ian
like he was a toddler. Ian crunched the grass up, savoring its taste,
noticing that as he did his jaw was starting to becoming longer and
thicker. His tongue had also swelled in size and he passed it over
his teeth which had molded to become wider and flatter.

The surprise over his metamorphosis paled in comparison to the
rumbling in his stomach which seemed to be yawning for more grass.
Instead of waiting for the White Woman to feed him again, he fell on
to all fours, putting his face to the earth. His mouth had become
stretched out now that he had no need to bend his neck down. While
taking gulp after gulp, he noticed that his hands were curling into a
lumpy mass of flesh that bubbled and then hardened, the sense of
feeling in them being significantly dulled.

A nice piece of turf was a little ways from his face and he was just
about to crawl to it, when he found his head was slowly being
propelled forward--his neck was growing longer.

As he munched away, he could feel his body taking on mass. A skinny
kid, he could feel his flesh begin to bulge, straining against his
clothes. He didn't have to turn much to see what was going on, his
head was broadening, and his field of vision was expanding with it.
He found he could twitch his ear lobes, which had lengthened and
spread out flatly from his scalp.

Ian's body inflated faster and faster as he munched away, his body
becoming grotesque obese, the fat bursting free of his clothes, its
liberation tearing his shirt and pants to shreds.

Tearing up the grass before him, Ian lumbered of for more. At first
his crawl was labored as he struggled to move his humungous weight.
Putting an arm forward he found the mass that was his hand had
solidified into a sharp circular hoof. As this fell to the ground,
his arm momentarily stiffened as his elbow disappeared while on the
other side a tumor grew and formed into a knee cap. Throwing his
other arm forward, he found that that too had changed and he was no
equipped with a pair of forelegs. Snorting from his huge nose which
had merged with his long jaw he pushed ahead, this time finding had
become a bit longer, almost to the point that he could stand on all
fours.

He made it to a new patch of grass and munched away. His chest grew
deeper and at the same time bowed out, making his arms and legs step
out to accommodate his new width. His feet had receded toward his now
chubby ankles, becoming a mass similar to his hands and almost
throwing him off balance until the leveled off into hooves.

After feeding a while he tried to move on. Comically, his new
forelegs seemed to be moving while his new hind legs remained in
place. His full torso was growing longer. When all his legs moved
apace he found they had all grown taller as well.

It occurred to him while he was grabbing another mouthful of grass
something important had not grown with his body--his manhood. He
craned his long thick neck around curious to see what had happened to
it but there was nothing to see. He did feel a heaviness between his
legs, a sack like growth that was ballooning there, becoming
uncomfortably full of liquid. When four finger-like protrusions
sprouted from beneath the sack, dangling under it, he realized what it
was an udder.

For the first time during his transformation, Ian tried to speak.
His voice was low and lazy, like a person trying to imitate a cow.

"Not a moooooale...not a moooo bull?" He bellowed.

"Oh Ianna," the White Woman answered with a smile. "This is the real you."

Ianna nodded as her skin hardened into hide which was soon covered in
a thick coat of red hair. A large red cow now stood in place of Ian,
contentedly eating grass. The only trace of the boy was its mien of
red hair on its head from which extended two horns.

The White Woman came up along side Ianna and stroked her neck.

"Come along cow, your udder must be full. Lets get you started
milking and then I'll take care of that other friend of yours."

Ianna lumbered along obediently as the White Woman led her to the barn.

***

Leni had stopped running, and then stopped walking, having spent
several hours wandering through catacombs in a fruitless attempt to
reach an exit. Exhausted she sat down with her back against a wall,
gasping for breath.

"Lost!" She admitted "Stands to reason stupid minotaurs would have a
stupid maze."

Her thought was interrupted by a distant noise. It was a clop, clop
clop sound, like—
hooves! Leni briefly thought about running again but gave up on the
idea. She was much too tired to give much of a race and whatever was
coming probably knew this labyrinth better than she did.
Rounding the corner in the distance was the silhouette of a horned
hourglass figure. Leni stared at it as it came, making out its other
features, its huge, heavy swaying breasts, its long hair, its Holstein
pattern.

"So am I the next cow bimbo!" Leni shouted at the minotauress when it
reached her.

"Jeez, Leni, don't be such a bitch." The figure replied.

Leni knew that voice, she stared at the tauress' face in the dim
light and recognized it.

"Deb? You're a minotaur?" she stammered.

"Yeah!" The cow woman giggled. "Like am I totally hot or what!"

"Deb...you're part cow, you can't go through your life part cow!"
Leni protested.

"I like totally can! But I'll let the White Woman explain it." Deb
said as she offered Leni a hand up. "This way."

As the two walked along, Deb explained that the White Woman had found
her at the old farmhouse. At first Deb thought she was some sicko
muderer out for blood. Deb screamed and started to run but the woman
had some power to reach into Deb's mind, calm her and make her stay
put. After making Deb all relaxed, she used her powers, magical,
mental, or both to reach into Deb's desire to be with bovine taurs, to
bring the minotauress she wanted to be to the into her thoughts. When
that vision was secured there, her body began to change as if her
flesh stretched and molded as if it were putty. She felt her body
stretched longer so that she towered. Her bodyweight was
redistributed so that her rolls of fat eroded while she took on muscle
mass and growth about the shoulders and bust. Her breasts swelled
with robust roundness and thick nipples before her eyes taking on
impossible firmness even with their new girth. Even with a heavier
chest, her body felt more nimble and limber than it had been before
the change. When she felt her feet go numb she looked down to find
they had become wide hooves. A funny tingling enveloped her from head
to toe as she grew her coat of hair in its spotted patted. She
expected that it and her skin would be rough but at her touch found
both to be soft and smooth. Growing the short horns had given her a
bit of a headache so she didn't pay attention to growing her wide flat
ears nor her thin playful tail. The White Woman had given her some
time alone to get used to the changes but asked her assistance in
locating Leni after she and Ian had fled.

"And here we are." Deb said as they reached the room where all the
other cow girls were warehoused.

You can't be ok with this!" Leni protested. "There is no way you
can live on this planet as a minotaur!"

"Ah but there are many more planets in many more realities than
this." A sly voice said behind the two, making Leni jump.

"Can you like not keep sneaking up like that." Leni complained,
turning to face the White Woman.

"I'm sorry. A most unfortunate habit." The pale figure said through
a smile. "I can assure you that there are many places where your
friend will be quite at home."

"And I'm sure that they don't need your help stocking them with cow
women." Leni grumbled.

Ah, there you are wrong." The White Woman replied, "Those worlds do
have minotauresses of their own, true, but many lack imagination in
certain...erm...sensual areas. Many a bull who has gained wealth and
status desires something out of the ordinary from a herd mate. Now
humans, like your friend here, who want to be bovines do not want for
such imagination, and can make very sensual herd mates. So what I do
is make the supply to meet the demand! I make the humans into
minotaurs, sell them to bulls and make a nice profit."

"So you brainwash and mutilate humans for money!" Deb spat with distaste.

The White Woman looked visibly hurt. "Oh no no no, it would make no
sense to brainwash my subjects. Even if the final product were not of
dubious quality, the magics required to rewire an unwilling brain
would be so expensive so as to make the profit margin merely
negligible to non-existent. No I use my magics to draw those who
knowingly or unknowingly want to be bovines here to make their wishes
come true and get some product to sell in the process!"

"What she is trying to say," Deb interrupted, "is that I want this.
All she has transformed here, we all want this. We've never felt
comfortable in human forms and we had nothing to look forward to in
them. This is the way we were meant to be and being this way and
serving a bull lord is what we've always dreamed all along of doing.
Now our dreams are coming true."

Leni was touched by the sincerity of Deb's words. "Ok, Deb. If this
is really what you want." Deb answered by nodding her horned head
vigorously.

"Inventory Number 56101" The White Woman told Deb, "It is time to
take your place. This shipment is ready for transport."

Deb winked at Leni, "I'll get a new name from the bull that buys me."
Then she walked to an empty pedestal and stepped onto it. Once
there, she jerked into a rigid pose as if she was standing at
attention. "Inventory Number 56101. Formerly Deborah Matthews, human
female. Special skills: artist, singer." She blurted in a monotone,
then her lids fell closed, a smile fixed on her lips.

The White Woman pulled a gold watch from her pocket. "Transport to
begin in five seconds, five, four, three, two, one, begin"

Suddenly each minotauress was surrounded by a golden light the grew
to near blinding intensity and then faded, the cow women's forms
disappearing with it.

"I think they'll fetch a nice price in the pens at Bovus Prime." The
White Woman said in a satisfied voice.

Leni stared wistfully at the place from which the Deb cow had
disappeared when she suddenly remembered her other friend. "Oh jeez,
Ian. Don't tell me you transformed him and shipped him out too."

"Oh no!" The White Woman laughed, "I have big plans for Ian." Leni
didn't like the sound of that but followed the White Woman back up to
the barn. She led Leni to a huge red cow standing on an elevated plate
with its udder attached to milking pumps. The cows appeared to be
swooning, its eyes rolled back and its thick lips pursed as it moaned
obviously enjoying itself. As the pumps sucked the cow of its milk it
bellowed a ecstatic loud moo that Leni knew it had cum. The pumps
disengaged, the plate the red cow was standing on lowered to ground
level and the creature clambered clumsily down off the platform. The
White Woman beckoned it to them and it shuffled over obediently. It
brushed up against Leni affectionately, nearly knocking her over.
Leni regained her footing and took the bovine's big head in her hands.
Staring at its red hair and then into its large eyes she saw a
familiar twinkle.

"I...I...Ian?" she stammered.

The cow nodded.

The White Woman gave the cow a scritch behind the ear. "You see,
some people want to be minotaurs and some people just want to be cows.
I can accommodate both. You see the bovine worlds I sell
minotauresses to also treasure milk as humans do wine. I have been
able to make some humans into cows that produce fine vintages. I have
great hopes for Ianna here making a delicious and profitable milk."

Leni swore she saw the Ian cow smile. "So what's next?" She
grumbled, "You help me realize my dream of being a cat?"

The White Woman laughed. "I could turn you into my barn cat if you
really wanted, but that would bore you. You strike me as a tigress
type and that is outside of my specialization and market. I could
give you some references of people who would be glad to take you if
you want."

Leni shook her head. "Maybe someday. Its not a priority for me now."

"Ok then. Go back to your car. Its where you left it. You'll find
it fully gassed. Take it back to the highway exit and continue on
your journey. Don't worry about explaining your friends'
disappearance. My magics will insure they will have disappeared in a
way that no questions will be asked."

"Uh, thanks I guess." Leni replied and shuffled down the drive for the road.

"And if you find any others that I could use...erm I could help," The
White Woman called after her, " feel free to bring them my way."

Leni turned around, waving goodbye to the White Woman and Ian, now
Ianna, at her side chewing a clump of grass. She found the car just
before dark. Turning the ignition, she found the car was all gassed
up as the woman said. She put her foot to the accelerator and headed
back down the highway.

***
The convention was going well. Leni had sold a load of artwork. She
should be really happy, but whenever she saw the two empty seats next
to her, she sighed sadly. "They might be happy, but I still miss
them." She thought to herself.

"Excuse me."

Leni was woken out of her reverie by a young man and woman.

"Hi, are Deb or Ian around?" The man said. "We wanted to commission
some taur drawings."

"We're really into bulls and cows." The woman said blushing.

"They both got jobs that make it hard to go to the cons." Leni
informed them. The two frowned sadly.

"Too bad. I really loved their work. It was so real. I know this is
stupid, but I am so into cows and taurs, I kinda want to be one." The
woman told her blushing. The man nodded his head to show he felt the
same way.

Leni got an idea. "Hey, how are you guys getting home?"

"Bus." They said in unison.

"Take a ride with me after the con is over." Leni said with a smile.

"If you are really into cows and taurs, there is someone you really
need to meet. She makes them…erm…like so realistic."
The two smiled excitedly and walked away. Leni leaned back in her
chair, putting her hands behind her head.

"Guess I am going to see the White Woman again. The next time we
meet, we are going to have negotiate my finder's fee." She laughed.

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== '''Bull Market''' ==

Let me know what you think @ mystery.ecks @ gmail.com

The 80s-vintage powder blue escort sputtered to a stop on the sun
baked stretch of county road which cut through an uninhabited stretch
of prairie. The occupants emerged from the apparently dying vehicle.
First, the driver a long tall bespectacled blonde woman of college
age. She cursed and fruitlessly kicked one of Escort's front tires.
From the back seat stepped out a lanky disheveled young man,
alternating between running a hand through his thick long red hair and
scratching his razor stubble. From the other side of the back seat
came a chubby nearly egg shaped young woman with mousy hair wrestling
with a road map.

"Great! Just great!" The thin blonde yelled. "The exit sign said
gas food and lodging. We've driven for 10 miles without seeing
nothing. Can you tell where we are on the map Deb?"

The chubby girl squinted at the expansive paper that rattled in the
light prairie breeze. "Call me crazy, " Leni" Deb answered, "but I
don't think that exit was on the map."

"Maybe we took a wrong turn at Albuquerque." The boy said with a
nasal Bugs Bunny impersonation.

Deb threw the map at him angrily.

"Its not funny Ian! The biggest fur convention starts tomorrow and
we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere! Now we'll never get
there in time to sell our artwork."

Ian mock cringed at the projectile which wafted away harmlessly on
the wind. He looked up with a grin. "Look cows!"
The three gazed across at a short hill not far off which was dotted
with a grazing herd.

"Funny, that wasn't there a few minutes ago..." Leni mumbled.

"What, we're going to fill the tank with milk." Deb grumbled.

"No!" Ian exclaimed, "Cows means there is a farm nearby. We can go
there to get help."

"Oh no!" Deb protested. "If I know anything from horror movies its
that any place this remote like has to have an axe murderer living on
it."

"Take your pick then, you can go to the farm and face the axe
wielding sicko, or hike back down the highway to meet the pick-up
driving serial killer. The farm is not as far away, if we have to run
at least we'll have the energy to do it."

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Leni nodded as she gazed at the setting sun. "Ian's right. It's
getting late and I don't want to get stuck on the road at night. Who
knows who we'll run into."

Ian prodded his pudgy elbow into Deb's pudgy tummy. "Hey you might
get lucky and meet one of those `mino-dudes you always draw." Ian
joked.

Deb was easy enough to provoke but nothing made her angrier than
being reminded of her secret love of the minotaur form. She cursed
and took a swing at Ian which the nimble boy easily dodged. Leni
intervened before the fight got out of hand.

"Quit it you two! Things are bad enough. Save it at least till we
get some gas."

Deb fumed but gave up her attack and the three plodded up the road.
A mile away the found a drive and hiked up it, finding a large herd of
cows on either side.

"Shouldn't these gals be fenced in?" Ian said.

"Guess they're well trained." Leni joked.

"Look at them. They are staring at us. It gives me the creeps."
Deb grumbled.

After another mile the came to an old farmhouse, its paint paled by
the elements, the windows empty like soulless eyes.

"Looks like it came out of American gothic." Leni murmured.
Ian leaped up the front steps and onto the porch. The floorboards
creaked even under his modest weight. He peered through a window.

"Anybody home?" Deb called nervously.

"Not for the last decade. The floor's collapsed. The place is empty."

"There has to be someone around. Who ever heard of wild Holstein
cows." Leni wondered.

"I so have a bad feeling about this!" Deb cried.

Ian peered off into the distance. "Looks like a big farm building
down that way. Maybe a dairy. I bet we'll find someone down there."

"Lets check it out." Leni agreed.

Deb shook her head Vigorously. "Oh no. I ain't going any deeper
into this place. If something bad happens I want to be able to make a
run for it."

Ian guffawed. "Deb, you couldn't outrun a malignant snail. There's
safety in numbers."

Deb shook her head to show she was adamant.

"Alright, someone should stay here if the owner comes along." Leni
said. "Ian, you come with me, let's check that building out. Deb, if
aren't back in like 45 minutes, hit the road."

Deb watched as her two friends made there way to the far off building
Ian had spotted. She kicked around some stones nervously before
sitting down on the steps of the old house's porch. She pulled out a
pad and pencil she had stowed away in her jeans pocket and idly
started to doodle. She made some cartoonish woodland figures before
drawing a more imposing figure. Her drawing took the shape of a
minotaur, huge and muscular. "Must have cows on the brain." She
thought to herself as she let her imagination fill in the details:
powerful arms, barrel chest, thick hooves, bovine face and oh so well
endowed. She felt the tingling in her belly as she completed her
sketch. Licking her lips, she sighed, "Oh if such a thing really
existed." she sighed as she thought of herself wrapped in her
drawing's arms. A snort startled her fantasy. She looked up to see a
huge black bull staring at her. Deb jumped up and scrambled up the
porch steps, praying that the bull would not follow. It merely
watched unemotionally, swishing its tail.

Deb regained some courage. "Shoo!" She called out. "Hamburger!"

The bull stood passively, shook its head with a snort and shuffled
slowly around the side of the house. Deb sighed in relief until a
thought chilled her. "What if the guys run into that bull!" Slowly
she crept down the porch steps and the corner of the house the bull
had passed. She peered around to see where he had gone. As she did a
hand fell upon her right shoulder.

***

"Man! Too bad there isn't a bull man around. Deb needs to get laid
something awful." Ian joked as he and Leni walked to the large farm
building.

Leni guffawed, "You're one to talk. When was the last time you got laid?"

Ian shrugged, "I make up for it with an active fantasy life. Anyway,
not all these cows are Holsteins, some are ..."

"You seem to know a lot about cows."

Ian smiled. "Sure do! I always thought it would be great to be a cow."

Leni eyed him suspiciously thinking he must be joking, but she could
tell he was serious.

"The life of a cow is the life for me—hanging out all day, eat,
drink, no worries."

"Except being turned into hamburger." Leni interrupted.

"Well, I'd be a milking cow."

"Shouldn't you want to be a bull?"

"Nah, can't milk bulls...or you could sorta, but that would be icky."

"Great, and you tease Deb about being into minotaurs."

"That's because her interest in bovines is purely sexual. For me
it's a lifestyle choice. "

"You're a strange man Ian."

"Now you're one to talk. You want to be a cat!"

"That's different. Cats are sleek and beautiful. Cows are fat and bloated."

"To each his or her own."

"Anyway cowboy, to change the subject, don't you think its weird we
haven't seen any farm equipment around? No tractors, no ploughs, not
even a rake."

"Maybe the place is fully automated?"

"I hope so, because now I am starting to get the creeps. Ok, here we
are, lets see if anyone is home."

The two peered into the entryway of the huge cavernous structure.
Within, lines of cows waited patiently for their turn to step on a
long plate. Once of, the plate elevated several feet. Small doors
opened underneath the cow from which extended and attached milking
equipment to the teats. As the cows groaned in apparent enjoyment,
the hoses sucked their udders dry, depositing the hot milk in large
vats.

"See!" Gasped Ian "It is fully automated!"

"No frickin' way!" Leni protested. "There is no way a place like
this operates with no one around. There is no way cows are
this...well trained!"

Ian nodded, just as dumbfounded as his friend. His voice returned
when he spotted a figure far away on the side of the room. "Hey,
there is someone who might explain what's going on here."

"Let's go!"

The two ran through the dairy, dodging cows yelling for that the
attention of person they had spotted. Apparently their voices were
not heard over the din of the dairy since the figure was nowhere to be
seen.

Ian pointed to an exit leading through which a spiral stairway
descended. Leni bit her lip and nodded. "I am beginning to think Deb
was right to be scared."

"Yeah. Should we go back?"

Leni shook her head. "Nope. We're here. Let's find out what the
heck is going on." She replied firmly and started downstairs.

Ian cursed but could not stomach abandoning his friend and started after her.

The stairway went deep underground, terminating in a dimly lit stone
hallway which had the mustiness of an old basement.

"Great!" muttered Ian in a whisper as they crept down the corridor,

"This is where we run into a nest of vampires."

"Why would vampires be running a dairy?" Leni hissed.

"Maybe they're vegetarian."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Look there is a bright light
ahead. Maybe finally we'll find out what's going on here."

The two slowly made the steps to the light, increasingly trying to
hold their breaths as if that would make them invisible. What they
found when they reached the light's source made them gasp aloud.

They had come upon a large room lit by floating glowing orbs that
hovered about the ceiling. Throughout the room at spaced intervals
were rows and rows of low golden pedestals. On each of these was a
feminine form of exquisite, almost egregious, feminine beauty, long in
limb, narrow in waist, deep in bosom and arching with delicate curves.
Their hair was in varying lengths, from closely cut to nearly knee
level. Each stood in a rigid pose, as if at attention with their arms
at their sides. As Leni and Ian's eyes adjusted to the light, they
found their was something inhuman about them. They all had distinctly
cow like features. Their ears were long flat flaps that jutted
outwards from their hair. On each of the brows sat curved horns.
Some had an extra set of breasts, others had udders. Some had black
and white spotted patterns over their bodies, some were purely black
and some were various shades of brown. All stood on thick solid
hooves instead of feet.

For a few moments, Leni and Ian stood silently dumbfounded as they
stared at the room's contents. Slowly the tread into the room ready
to bolt if any of the figures moved. When finally assured that the
cow women were not going to suddenly come alive, Ian whispered, "Ok,
this is a cow fetish gone too far. What are these things?
Manniquins? Statues?"

Leni took a close look at one of the minotauresses. "They are so
lifelike" She murmered as she touched the creature. The boy and girl
jumped as the figure's eyelids opened.

"Inventory number 55079. Formerly Briana Lang, human female.
Special skill, teacher." it said dully and then her lids shut again.

"Crap, what was that all about." Ian blurted after regaining his composure.

"Well duh!" Leni joked weakly, trying to calm her edgy nerves. "She
was a human, turned into a minotauress to be sold to someone or
something. Happens all the time."

Ian looked walked up a row taking a closer look at some of the other
figures. "You're not making me feel any better. Uh oh. Look at this
one. I mean look at her face, you won't recognize the body."

Leni peered at the cow woman's face. She knew those features, a
friend and furry artist. "Shit!" She gasped, "Li-chan! Linda! She
was driving out with Bruce and Phil to the fur con a few days before
we left."

Ian tapped the figure's wrist. Its eyes opened and its lips moved,
"Inventory number 55073. Formerly Linda Frank, female human. Special
skill, artist." Her eyes and mouth shut.

Ian looked closely at the minotauresses next to the one that was
formerly their friend and that tapped it on the skin, making it stir.
"Inventory number 55074. Formerly Bruce Phelps, male human. Special
skills, artist, musician."

"Nice to know whoever in charge isn't sexist. I guess Phil is here
too somewhere. They were all into bovines and wanted to be taurs. I
guess they got their wish. Jeez, I've thought about this kind of
thing being done, even drawn it being done, but I never thought it
could actually BE done."

"To say the obvious," a slick feminine voice said behind them, "there
is a lot more in heaven and earth than your etcetera, etcetera. The
important thing is that it is very, very profitable."

Without looking, Leni grabbed Ian by the hand. "Run!" she yelled and
the two bolted down the nearest corridor.

"This isn't the way we came." Ian panted as they fled.

"There has to be another way out of here!" Leni cried.

When they reached an intersection, Leni came up with a plan. "Lets
split up. That might increase our chances of getting out and like
getting help."

Wiping away some sweat from his eyes, Ian complained, "And where
exactly IS this help you're expecting to get. There is safety in
numbers."

"And where is the safety in our numbers?" Leni shot back. She
pushed the boy down a hallway, "Get moving! If you get out, get Deb
and get going. Don't look back." She ran off in a different
direction.

Ian puffed his way down a series of corridors, running so long and so
hard his lungs burned. Just about when he thought collapse, he might
he turned a corner into a hallway filled with a warm breeze and
sunlight. Gasping he followed it to emerge into the outside.

"Exercise much?" The slick female voice chuckled behind him.

Exasperated and angry, Ian turned to voice's source. "Can you do
something less predictable than catching me just as I was about to
escape."

At first he though his pursuer was a ghost or a vampire. She was
dressed in a white business suit, with white high-heeled shoes, a
white broad brimmed hat pulled over her white hair, pulled back in a
bun. The color of her skin was a soulless alabaster. In fact, the
only color on her body were the pale blue of her eyes and her blood
red lips.

"Forgive me. Its a most unfortunate habit." She said as she strode
out onto the grass, joining Ian there. "Let me introduce myself. I
have many names, much too difficult to pronounce. Here I call myself
the White Woman."

Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, catching his breath,
Ian thought about whether he should start running again, deck the
woman, both, or just surrender.

"So what now, you change me into a cow woman." He asked panting.

"You have to admit you don't find the idea so distasteful."

He had to admit that he didn't. In fact, if Leni hadn't pressed he
probably wouldn't have run away in the first place.

She stared at him for a moment. "But, you want something else I can
grant, don't you."

There was. His not so secret desire. Somehow she managed to tap
into it, he could feel some force eminating from her, into his
thoughts, bringing it to the forefront of his mind. He could not
deny it.

"On you knees, Ian."

He sank to a kneeling position, confused. Was it wrong to want this
dream, he was unsure but was unable to resist its allure. She reached
down to the grass and pulled up a clump.

"Eat this." She said in a voice that could have been a request or
command, holding it up to his lips. At first, Ian looked at it and
then her quizzically.

"Eat it" She repeated in a soft voice.

In a daze, Ian opened his lips and accepted the clod that she tucked
on his tongue. He expected the taste to be so bitter but instead it
was pleasantly sweet. He chewed it slowly, his jaws beginning to make
a circular motion as he ground it down and swallowed. Something was
happening to him. His lips and jaw felt swollen, like when the
dentist had given him Novocain back when he had his wisdom teeth out.
He lifted his hands to feel his mouth but stopped when he haw them.
The fingers and thumbs of both palms had fused together and the pads
they had become were becoming increasingly harder to bend as if he had
some form of arthritis.

The White Woman took up another handful of grass and fed it to Ian
like he was a toddler. Ian crunched the grass up, savoring its taste,
noticing that as he did his jaw was starting to becoming longer and
thicker. His tongue had also swelled in size and he passed it over
his teeth which had molded to become wider and flatter.

The surprise over his metamorphosis paled in comparison to the
rumbling in his stomach which seemed to be yawning for more grass.
Instead of waiting for the White Woman to feed him again, he fell on
to all fours, putting his face to the earth. His mouth had become
stretched out now that he had no need to bend his neck down. While
taking gulp after gulp, he noticed that his hands were curling into a
lumpy mass of flesh that bubbled and then hardened, the sense of
feeling in them being significantly dulled.

A nice piece of turf was a little ways from his face and he was just
about to crawl to it, when he found his head was slowly being
propelled forward--his neck was growing longer.

As he munched away, he could feel his body taking on mass. A skinny
kid, he could feel his flesh begin to bulge, straining against his
clothes. He didn't have to turn much to see what was going on, his
head was broadening, and his field of vision was expanding with it.
He found he could twitch his ear lobes, which had lengthened and
spread out flatly from his scalp.

Ian's body inflated faster and faster as he munched away, his body
becoming grotesque obese, the fat bursting free of his clothes, its
liberation tearing his shirt and pants to shreds.

Tearing up the grass before him, Ian lumbered of for more. At first
his crawl was labored as he struggled to move his humungous weight.
Putting an arm forward he found the mass that was his hand had
solidified into a sharp circular hoof. As this fell to the ground,
his arm momentarily stiffened as his elbow disappeared while on the
other side a tumor grew and formed into a knee cap. Throwing his
other arm forward, he found that that too had changed and he was no
equipped with a pair of forelegs. Snorting from his huge nose which
had merged with his long jaw he pushed ahead, this time finding had
become a bit longer, almost to the point that he could stand on all
fours.

He made it to a new patch of grass and munched away. His chest grew
deeper and at the same time bowed out, making his arms and legs step
out to accommodate his new width. His feet had receded toward his now
chubby ankles, becoming a mass similar to his hands and almost
throwing him off balance until the leveled off into hooves.

After feeding a while he tried to move on. Comically, his new
forelegs seemed to be moving while his new hind legs remained in
place. His full torso was growing longer. When all his legs moved
apace he found they had all grown taller as well.

It occurred to him while he was grabbing another mouthful of grass
something important had not grown with his body--his manhood. He
craned his long thick neck around curious to see what had happened to
it but there was nothing to see. He did feel a heaviness between his
legs, a sack like growth that was ballooning there, becoming
uncomfortably full of liquid. When four finger-like protrusions
sprouted from beneath the sack, dangling under it, he realized what it
was an udder.

For the first time during his transformation, Ian tried to speak.
His voice was low and lazy, like a person trying to imitate a cow.

"Not a moooooale...not a moooo bull?" He bellowed.

"Oh Ianna," the White Woman answered with a smile. "This is the real you."

Ianna nodded as her skin hardened into hide which was soon covered in
a thick coat of red hair. A large red cow now stood in place of Ian,
contentedly eating grass. The only trace of the boy was its mien of
red hair on its head from which extended two horns.

The White Woman came up along side Ianna and stroked her neck.

"Come along cow, your udder must be full. Lets get you started
milking and then I'll take care of that other friend of yours."

Ianna lumbered along obediently as the White Woman led her to the barn.

***

Leni had stopped running, and then stopped walking, having spent
several hours wandering through catacombs in a fruitless attempt to
reach an exit. Exhausted she sat down with her back against a wall,
gasping for breath.

"Lost!" She admitted "Stands to reason stupid minotaurs would have a
stupid maze."

Her thought was interrupted by a distant noise. It was a clop, clop
clop sound, like—
hooves! Leni briefly thought about running again but gave up on the
idea. She was much too tired to give much of a race and whatever was
coming probably knew this labyrinth better than she did.
Rounding the corner in the distance was the silhouette of a horned
hourglass figure. Leni stared at it as it came, making out its other
features, its huge, heavy swaying breasts, its long hair, its Holstein
pattern.

"So am I the next cow bimbo!" Leni shouted at the minotauress when it
reached her.

"Jeez, Leni, don't be such a bitch." The figure replied.

Leni knew that voice, she stared at the tauress' face in the dim
light and recognized it.

"Deb? You're a minotaur?" she stammered.

"Yeah!" The cow woman giggled. "Like am I totally hot or what!"

"Deb...you're part cow, you can't go through your life part cow!"
Leni protested.

"I like totally can! But I'll let the White Woman explain it." Deb
said as she offered Leni a hand up. "This way."

As the two walked along, Deb explained that the White Woman had found
her at the old farmhouse. At first Deb thought she was some sicko
muderer out for blood. Deb screamed and started to run but the woman
had some power to reach into Deb's mind, calm her and make her stay
put. After making Deb all relaxed, she used her powers, magical,
mental, or both to reach into Deb's desire to be with bovine taurs, to
bring the minotauress she wanted to be to the into her thoughts. When
that vision was secured there, her body began to change as if her
flesh stretched and molded as if it were putty. She felt her body
stretched longer so that she towered. Her bodyweight was
redistributed so that her rolls of fat eroded while she took on muscle
mass and growth about the shoulders and bust. Her breasts swelled
with robust roundness and thick nipples before her eyes taking on
impossible firmness even with their new girth. Even with a heavier
chest, her body felt more nimble and limber than it had been before
the change. When she felt her feet go numb she looked down to find
they had become wide hooves. A funny tingling enveloped her from head
to toe as she grew her coat of hair in its spotted patted. She
expected that it and her skin would be rough but at her touch found
both to be soft and smooth. Growing the short horns had given her a
bit of a headache so she didn't pay attention to growing her wide flat
ears nor her thin playful tail. The White Woman had given her some
time alone to get used to the changes but asked her assistance in
locating Leni after she and Ian had fled.

"And here we are." Deb said as they reached the room where all the
other cow girls were warehoused.

You can't be ok with this!" Leni protested. "There is no way you
can live on this planet as a minotaur!"

"Ah but there are many more planets in many more realities than
this." A sly voice said behind the two, making Leni jump.

"Can you like not keep sneaking up like that." Leni complained,
turning to face the White Woman.

"I'm sorry. A most unfortunate habit." The pale figure said through
a smile. "I can assure you that there are many places where your
friend will be quite at home."

"And I'm sure that they don't need your help stocking them with cow
women." Leni grumbled.

Ah, there you are wrong." The White Woman replied, "Those worlds do
have minotauresses of their own, true, but many lack imagination in
certain...erm...sensual areas. Many a bull who has gained wealth and
status desires something out of the ordinary from a herd mate. Now
humans, like your friend here, who want to be bovines do not want for
such imagination, and can make very sensual herd mates. So what I do
is make the supply to meet the demand! I make the humans into
minotaurs, sell them to bulls and make a nice profit."

"So you brainwash and mutilate humans for money!" Deb spat with distaste.

The White Woman looked visibly hurt. "Oh no no no, it would make no
sense to brainwash my subjects. Even if the final product were not of
dubious quality, the magics required to rewire an unwilling brain
would be so expensive so as to make the profit margin merely
negligible to non-existent. No I use my magics to draw those who
knowingly or unknowingly want to be bovines here to make their wishes
come true and get some product to sell in the process!"

"What she is trying to say," Deb interrupted, "is that I want this.
All she has transformed here, we all want this. We've never felt
comfortable in human forms and we had nothing to look forward to in
them. This is the way we were meant to be and being this way and
serving a bull lord is what we've always dreamed all along of doing.
Now our dreams are coming true."

Leni was touched by the sincerity of Deb's words. "Ok, Deb. If this
is really what you want." Deb answered by nodding her horned head
vigorously.

"Inventory Number 56101" The White Woman told Deb, "It is time to
take your place. This shipment is ready for transport."

Deb winked at Leni, "I'll get a new name from the bull that buys me."
Then she walked to an empty pedestal and stepped onto it. Once
there, she jerked into a rigid pose as if she was standing at
attention. "Inventory Number 56101. Formerly Deborah Matthews, human
female. Special skills: artist, singer." She blurted in a monotone,
then her lids fell closed, a smile fixed on her lips.

The White Woman pulled a gold watch from her pocket. "Transport to
begin in five seconds, five, four, three, two, one, begin"

Suddenly each minotauress was surrounded by a golden light the grew
to near blinding intensity and then faded, the cow women's forms
disappearing with it.

"I think they'll fetch a nice price in the pens at Bovus Prime." The
White Woman said in a satisfied voice.

Leni stared wistfully at the place from which the Deb cow had
disappeared when she suddenly remembered her other friend. "Oh jeez,
Ian. Don't tell me you transformed him and shipped him out too."

"Oh no!" The White Woman laughed, "I have big plans for Ian." Leni
didn't like the sound of that but followed the White Woman back up to
the barn. She led Leni to a huge red cow standing on an elevated plate
with its udder attached to milking pumps. The cows appeared to be
swooning, its eyes rolled back and its thick lips pursed as it moaned
obviously enjoying itself. As the pumps sucked the cow of its milk it
bellowed a ecstatic loud moo that Leni knew it had cum. The pumps
disengaged, the plate the red cow was standing on lowered to ground
level and the creature clambered clumsily down off the platform. The
White Woman beckoned it to them and it shuffled over obediently. It
brushed up against Leni affectionately, nearly knocking her over.
Leni regained her footing and took the bovine's big head in her hands.
Staring at its red hair and then into its large eyes she saw a
familiar twinkle.

"I...I...Ian?" she stammered.

The cow nodded.

The White Woman gave the cow a scritch behind the ear. "You see,
some people want to be minotaurs and some people just want to be cows.
I can accommodate both. You see the bovine worlds I sell
minotauresses to also treasure milk as humans do wine. I have been
able to make some humans into cows that produce fine vintages. I have
great hopes for Ianna here making a delicious and profitable milk."

Leni swore she saw the Ian cow smile. "So what's next?" She
grumbled, "You help me realize my dream of being a cat?"

The White Woman laughed. "I could turn you into my barn cat if you
really wanted, but that would bore you. You strike me as a tigress
type and that is outside of my specialization and market. I could
give you some references of people who would be glad to take you if
you want."

Leni shook her head. "Maybe someday. Its not a priority for me now."

"Ok then. Go back to your car. Its where you left it. You'll find
it fully gassed. Take it back to the highway exit and continue on
your journey. Don't worry about explaining your friends'
disappearance. My magics will insure they will have disappeared in a
way that no questions will be asked."

"Uh, thanks I guess." Leni replied and shuffled down the drive for the road.

"And if you find any others that I could use...erm I could help," The
White Woman called after her, " feel free to bring them my way."

Leni turned around, waving goodbye to the White Woman and Ian, now
Ianna, at her side chewing a clump of grass. She found the car just
before dark. Turning the ignition, she found the car was all gassed
up as the woman said. She put her foot to the accelerator and headed
back down the highway.

***
The convention was going well. Leni had sold a load of artwork. She
should be really happy, but whenever she saw the two empty seats next
to her, she sighed sadly. "They might be happy, but I still miss
them." She thought to herself.

"Excuse me."

Leni was woken out of her reverie by a young man and woman.

"Hi, are Deb or Ian around?" The man said. "We wanted to commission
some taur drawings."

"We're really into bulls and cows." The woman said blushing.

"They both got jobs that make it hard to go to the cons." Leni
informed them. The two frowned sadly.

"Too bad. I really loved their work. It was so real. I know this is
stupid, but I am so into cows and taurs, I kinda want to be one." The
woman told her blushing. The man nodded his head to show he felt the
same way.

Leni got an idea. "Hey, how are you guys getting home?"

"Bus." They said in unison.

"Take a ride with me after the con is over." Leni said with a smile.

"If you are really into cows and taurs, there is someone you really
need to meet. She makes them…erm…like so realistic."
The two smiled excitedly and walked away. Leni leaned back in her
chair, putting her hands behind her head.

"Guess I am going to see the White Woman again. The next time we
meet, we are going to have negotiate my finder's fee." She laughed.

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== '''Bull Market''' ==

The 80s-vintage powder blue escort sputtered to a stop on the sun
baked stretch of county road which cut through an uninhabited stretch
of prairie. The occupants emerged from the apparently dying vehicle.
First, the driver a long tall bespectacled blonde woman of college
age. She cursed and fruitlessly kicked one of Escort's front tires.
From the back seat stepped out a lanky disheveled young man,
alternating between running a hand through his thick long red hair and
scratching his razor stubble. From the other side of the back seat
came a chubby nearly egg shaped young woman with mousy hair wrestling
with a road map.

"Great! Just great!" The thin blonde yelled. "The exit sign said
gas food and lodging. We've driven for 10 miles without seeing
nothing. Can you tell where we are on the map Deb?"

The chubby girl squinted at the expansive paper that rattled in the
light prairie breeze. "Call me crazy, " Leni" Deb answered, "but I
don't think that exit was on the map."

"Maybe we took a wrong turn at Albuquerque." The boy said with a
nasal Bugs Bunny impersonation.

Deb threw the map at him angrily.

"Its not funny Ian! The biggest fur convention starts tomorrow and
we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere! Now we'll never get
there in time to sell our artwork."

Ian mock cringed at the projectile which wafted away harmlessly on
the wind. He looked up with a grin. "Look cows!"
The three gazed across at a short hill not far off which was dotted
with a grazing herd.

"Funny, that wasn't there a few minutes ago..." Leni mumbled.

"What, we're going to fill the tank with milk." Deb grumbled.

"No!" Ian exclaimed, "Cows means there is a farm nearby. We can go
there to get help."

"Oh no!" Deb protested. "If I know anything from horror movies its
that any place this remote like has to have an axe murderer living on
it."

"Take your pick then, you can go to the farm and face the axe
wielding sicko, or hike back down the highway to meet the pick-up
driving serial killer. The farm is not as far away, if we have to run
at least we'll have the energy to do it."

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Leni nodded as she gazed at the setting sun. "Ian's right. It's
getting late and I don't want to get stuck on the road at night. Who
knows who we'll run into."

Ian prodded his pudgy elbow into Deb's pudgy tummy. "Hey you might
get lucky and meet one of those `mino-dudes you always draw." Ian
joked.

Deb was easy enough to provoke but nothing made her angrier than
being reminded of her secret love of the minotaur form. She cursed
and took a swing at Ian which the nimble boy easily dodged. Leni
intervened before the fight got out of hand.

"Quit it you two! Things are bad enough. Save it at least till we
get some gas."

Deb fumed but gave up her attack and the three plodded up the road.
A mile away the found a drive and hiked up it, finding a large herd of
cows on either side.

"Shouldn't these gals be fenced in?" Ian said.

"Guess they're well trained." Leni joked.

"Look at them. They are staring at us. It gives me the creeps."
Deb grumbled.

After another mile the came to an old farmhouse, its paint paled by
the elements, the windows empty like soulless eyes.

"Looks like it came out of American gothic." Leni murmured.
Ian leaped up the front steps and onto the porch. The floorboards
creaked even under his modest weight. He peered through a window.

"Anybody home?" Deb called nervously.

"Not for the last decade. The floor's collapsed. The place is empty."

"There has to be someone around. Who ever heard of wild Holstein
cows." Leni wondered.

"I so have a bad feeling about this!" Deb cried.

Ian peered off into the distance. "Looks like a big farm building
down that way. Maybe a dairy. I bet we'll find someone down there."

"Lets check it out." Leni agreed.

Deb shook her head Vigorously. "Oh no. I ain't going any deeper
into this place. If something bad happens I want to be able to make a
run for it."

Ian guffawed. "Deb, you couldn't outrun a malignant snail. There's
safety in numbers."

Deb shook her head to show she was adamant.

"Alright, someone should stay here if the owner comes along." Leni
said. "Ian, you come with me, let's check that building out. Deb, if
aren't back in like 45 minutes, hit the road."

Deb watched as her two friends made there way to the far off building
Ian had spotted. She kicked around some stones nervously before
sitting down on the steps of the old house's porch. She pulled out a
pad and pencil she had stowed away in her jeans pocket and idly
started to doodle. She made some cartoonish woodland figures before
drawing a more imposing figure. Her drawing took the shape of a
minotaur, huge and muscular. "Must have cows on the brain." She
thought to herself as she let her imagination fill in the details:
powerful arms, barrel chest, thick hooves, bovine face and oh so well
endowed. She felt the tingling in her belly as she completed her
sketch. Licking her lips, she sighed, "Oh if such a thing really
existed." she sighed as she thought of herself wrapped in her
drawing's arms. A snort startled her fantasy. She looked up to see a
huge black bull staring at her. Deb jumped up and scrambled up the
porch steps, praying that the bull would not follow. It merely
watched unemotionally, swishing its tail.

Deb regained some courage. "Shoo!" She called out. "Hamburger!"

The bull stood passively, shook its head with a snort and shuffled
slowly around the side of the house. Deb sighed in relief until a
thought chilled her. "What if the guys run into that bull!" Slowly
she crept down the porch steps and the corner of the house the bull
had passed. She peered around to see where he had gone. As she did a
hand fell upon her right shoulder.

***

"Man! Too bad there isn't a bull man around. Deb needs to get laid
something awful." Ian joked as he and Leni walked to the large farm
building.

Leni guffawed, "You're one to talk. When was the last time you got laid?"

Ian shrugged, "I make up for it with an active fantasy life. Anyway,
not all these cows are Holsteins, some are ..."

"You seem to know a lot about cows."

Ian smiled. "Sure do! I always thought it would be great to be a cow."

Leni eyed him suspiciously thinking he must be joking, but she could
tell he was serious.

"The life of a cow is the life for me—hanging out all day, eat,
drink, no worries."

"Except being turned into hamburger." Leni interrupted.

"Well, I'd be a milking cow."

"Shouldn't you want to be a bull?"

"Nah, can't milk bulls...or you could sorta, but that would be icky."

"Great, and you tease Deb about being into minotaurs."

"That's because her interest in bovines is purely sexual. For me
it's a lifestyle choice. "

"You're a strange man Ian."

"Now you're one to talk. You want to be a cat!"

"That's different. Cats are sleek and beautiful. Cows are fat and bloated."

"To each his or her own."

"Anyway cowboy, to change the subject, don't you think its weird we
haven't seen any farm equipment around? No tractors, no ploughs, not
even a rake."

"Maybe the place is fully automated?"

"I hope so, because now I am starting to get the creeps. Ok, here we
are, lets see if anyone is home."

The two peered into the entryway of the huge cavernous structure.
Within, lines of cows waited patiently for their turn to step on a
long plate. Once of, the plate elevated several feet. Small doors
opened underneath the cow from which extended and attached milking
equipment to the teats. As the cows groaned in apparent enjoyment,
the hoses sucked their udders dry, depositing the hot milk in large
vats.

"See!" Gasped Ian "It is fully automated!"

"No frickin' way!" Leni protested. "There is no way a place like
this operates with no one around. There is no way cows are
this...well trained!"

Ian nodded, just as dumbfounded as his friend. His voice returned
when he spotted a figure far away on the side of the room. "Hey,
there is someone who might explain what's going on here."

"Let's go!"

The two ran through the dairy, dodging cows yelling for that the
attention of person they had spotted. Apparently their voices were
not heard over the din of the dairy since the figure was nowhere to be
seen.

Ian pointed to an exit leading through which a spiral stairway
descended. Leni bit her lip and nodded. "I am beginning to think Deb
was right to be scared."

"Yeah. Should we go back?"

Leni shook her head. "Nope. We're here. Let's find out what the
heck is going on." She replied firmly and started downstairs.

Ian cursed but could not stomach abandoning his friend and started after her.

The stairway went deep underground, terminating in a dimly lit stone
hallway which had the mustiness of an old basement.

"Great!" muttered Ian in a whisper as they crept down the corridor,

"This is where we run into a nest of vampires."

"Why would vampires be running a dairy?" Leni hissed.

"Maybe they're vegetarian."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Look there is a bright light
ahead. Maybe finally we'll find out what's going on here."

The two slowly made the steps to the light, increasingly trying to
hold their breaths as if that would make them invisible. What they
found when they reached the light's source made them gasp aloud.

They had come upon a large room lit by floating glowing orbs that
hovered about the ceiling. Throughout the room at spaced intervals
were rows and rows of low golden pedestals. On each of these was a
feminine form of exquisite, almost egregious, feminine beauty, long in
limb, narrow in waist, deep in bosom and arching with delicate curves.
Their hair was in varying lengths, from closely cut to nearly knee
level. Each stood in a rigid pose, as if at attention with their arms
at their sides. As Leni and Ian's eyes adjusted to the light, they
found their was something inhuman about them. They all had distinctly
cow like features. Their ears were long flat flaps that jutted
outwards from their hair. On each of the brows sat curved horns.
Some had an extra set of breasts, others had udders. Some had black
and white spotted patterns over their bodies, some were purely black
and some were various shades of brown. All stood on thick solid
hooves instead of feet.

For a few moments, Leni and Ian stood silently dumbfounded as they
stared at the room's contents. Slowly the tread into the room ready
to bolt if any of the figures moved. When finally assured that the
cow women were not going to suddenly come alive, Ian whispered, "Ok,
this is a cow fetish gone too far. What are these things?
Manniquins? Statues?"

Leni took a close look at one of the minotauresses. "They are so
lifelike" She murmered as she touched the creature. The boy and girl
jumped as the figure's eyelids opened.

"Inventory number 55079. Formerly Briana Lang, human female.
Special skill, teacher." it said dully and then her lids shut again.

"Crap, what was that all about." Ian blurted after regaining his composure.

"Well duh!" Leni joked weakly, trying to calm her edgy nerves. "She
was a human, turned into a minotauress to be sold to someone or
something. Happens all the time."

Ian looked walked up a row taking a closer look at some of the other
figures. "You're not making me feel any better. Uh oh. Look at this
one. I mean look at her face, you won't recognize the body."

Leni peered at the cow woman's face. She knew those features, a
friend and furry artist. "Shit!" She gasped, "Li-chan! Linda! She
was driving out with Bruce and Phil to the fur con a few days before
we left."

Ian tapped the figure's wrist. Its eyes opened and its lips moved,
"Inventory number 55073. Formerly Linda Frank, female human. Special
skill, artist." Her eyes and mouth shut.

Ian looked closely at the minotauresses next to the one that was
formerly their friend and that tapped it on the skin, making it stir.
"Inventory number 55074. Formerly Bruce Phelps, male human. Special
skills, artist, musician."

"Nice to know whoever in charge isn't sexist. I guess Phil is here
too somewhere. They were all into bovines and wanted to be taurs. I
guess they got their wish. Jeez, I've thought about this kind of
thing being done, even drawn it being done, but I never thought it
could actually BE done."

"To say the obvious," a slick feminine voice said behind them, "there
is a lot more in heaven and earth than your etcetera, etcetera. The
important thing is that it is very, very profitable."

Without looking, Leni grabbed Ian by the hand. "Run!" she yelled and
the two bolted down the nearest corridor.

"This isn't the way we came." Ian panted as they fled.

"There has to be another way out of here!" Leni cried.

When they reached an intersection, Leni came up with a plan. "Lets
split up. That might increase our chances of getting out and like
getting help."

Wiping away some sweat from his eyes, Ian complained, "And where
exactly IS this help you're expecting to get. There is safety in
numbers."

"And where is the safety in our numbers?" Leni shot back. She
pushed the boy down a hallway, "Get moving! If you get out, get Deb
and get going. Don't look back." She ran off in a different
direction.

Ian puffed his way down a series of corridors, running so long and so
hard his lungs burned. Just about when he thought collapse, he might
he turned a corner into a hallway filled with a warm breeze and
sunlight. Gasping he followed it to emerge into the outside.

"Exercise much?" The slick female voice chuckled behind him.

Exasperated and angry, Ian turned to voice's source. "Can you do
something less predictable than catching me just as I was about to
escape."

At first he though his pursuer was a ghost or a vampire. She was
dressed in a white business suit, with white high-heeled shoes, a
white broad brimmed hat pulled over her white hair, pulled back in a
bun. The color of her skin was a soulless alabaster. In fact, the
only color on her body were the pale blue of her eyes and her blood
red lips.

"Forgive me. Its a most unfortunate habit." She said as she strode
out onto the grass, joining Ian there. "Let me introduce myself. I
have many names, much too difficult to pronounce. Here I call myself
the White Woman."

Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, catching his breath,
Ian thought about whether he should start running again, deck the
woman, both, or just surrender.

"So what now, you change me into a cow woman." He asked panting.

"You have to admit you don't find the idea so distasteful."

He had to admit that he didn't. In fact, if Leni hadn't pressed he
probably wouldn't have run away in the first place.

She stared at him for a moment. "But, you want something else I can
grant, don't you."

There was. His not so secret desire. Somehow she managed to tap
into it, he could feel some force eminating from her, into his
thoughts, bringing it to the forefront of his mind. He could not
deny it.

"On you knees, Ian."

He sank to a kneeling position, confused. Was it wrong to want this
dream, he was unsure but was unable to resist its allure. She reached
down to the grass and pulled up a clump.

"Eat this." She said in a voice that could have been a request or
command, holding it up to his lips. At first, Ian looked at it and
then her quizzically.

"Eat it" She repeated in a soft voice.

In a daze, Ian opened his lips and accepted the clod that she tucked
on his tongue. He expected the taste to be so bitter but instead it
was pleasantly sweet. He chewed it slowly, his jaws beginning to make
a circular motion as he ground it down and swallowed. Something was
happening to him. His lips and jaw felt swollen, like when the
dentist had given him Novocain back when he had his wisdom teeth out.
He lifted his hands to feel his mouth but stopped when he haw them.
The fingers and thumbs of both palms had fused together and the pads
they had become were becoming increasingly harder to bend as if he had
some form of arthritis.

The White Woman took up another handful of grass and fed it to Ian
like he was a toddler. Ian crunched the grass up, savoring its taste,
noticing that as he did his jaw was starting to becoming longer and
thicker. His tongue had also swelled in size and he passed it over
his teeth which had molded to become wider and flatter.

The surprise over his metamorphosis paled in comparison to the
rumbling in his stomach which seemed to be yawning for more grass.
Instead of waiting for the White Woman to feed him again, he fell on
to all fours, putting his face to the earth. His mouth had become
stretched out now that he had no need to bend his neck down. While
taking gulp after gulp, he noticed that his hands were curling into a
lumpy mass of flesh that bubbled and then hardened, the sense of
feeling in them being significantly dulled.

A nice piece of turf was a little ways from his face and he was just
about to crawl to it, when he found his head was slowly being
propelled forward--his neck was growing longer.

As he munched away, he could feel his body taking on mass. A skinny
kid, he could feel his flesh begin to bulge, straining against his
clothes. He didn't have to turn much to see what was going on, his
head was broadening, and his field of vision was expanding with it.
He found he could twitch his ear lobes, which had lengthened and
spread out flatly from his scalp.

Ian's body inflated faster and faster as he munched away, his body
becoming grotesque obese, the fat bursting free of his clothes, its
liberation tearing his shirt and pants to shreds.

Tearing up the grass before him, Ian lumbered of for more. At first
his crawl was labored as he struggled to move his humungous weight.
Putting an arm forward he found the mass that was his hand had
solidified into a sharp circular hoof. As this fell to the ground,
his arm momentarily stiffened as his elbow disappeared while on the
other side a tumor grew and formed into a knee cap. Throwing his
other arm forward, he found that that too had changed and he was no
equipped with a pair of forelegs. Snorting from his huge nose which
had merged with his long jaw he pushed ahead, this time finding had
become a bit longer, almost to the point that he could stand on all
fours.

He made it to a new patch of grass and munched away. His chest grew
deeper and at the same time bowed out, making his arms and legs step
out to accommodate his new width. His feet had receded toward his now
chubby ankles, becoming a mass similar to his hands and almost
throwing him off balance until the leveled off into hooves.

After feeding a while he tried to move on. Comically, his new
forelegs seemed to be moving while his new hind legs remained in
place. His full torso was growing longer. When all his legs moved
apace he found they had all grown taller as well.

It occurred to him while he was grabbing another mouthful of grass
something important had not grown with his body--his manhood. He
craned his long thick neck around curious to see what had happened to
it but there was nothing to see. He did feel a heaviness between his
legs, a sack like growth that was ballooning there, becoming
uncomfortably full of liquid. When four finger-like protrusions
sprouted from beneath the sack, dangling under it, he realized what it
was an udder.

For the first time during his transformation, Ian tried to speak.
His voice was low and lazy, like a person trying to imitate a cow.

"Not a moooooale...not a moooo bull?" He bellowed.

"Oh Ianna," the White Woman answered with a smile. "This is the real you."

Ianna nodded as her skin hardened into hide which was soon covered in
a thick coat of red hair. A large red cow now stood in place of Ian,
contentedly eating grass. The only trace of the boy was its mien of
red hair on its head from which extended two horns.

The White Woman came up along side Ianna and stroked her neck.

"Come along cow, your udder must be full. Lets get you started
milking and then I'll take care of that other friend of yours."

Ianna lumbered along obediently as the White Woman led her to the barn.

***

Leni had stopped running, and then stopped walking, having spent
several hours wandering through catacombs in a fruitless attempt to
reach an exit. Exhausted she sat down with her back against a wall,
gasping for breath.

"Lost!" She admitted "Stands to reason stupid minotaurs would have a
stupid maze."

Her thought was interrupted by a distant noise. It was a clop, clop
clop sound, like—
hooves! Leni briefly thought about running again but gave up on the
idea. She was much too tired to give much of a race and whatever was
coming probably knew this labyrinth better than she did.
Rounding the corner in the distance was the silhouette of a horned
hourglass figure. Leni stared at it as it came, making out its other
features, its huge, heavy swaying breasts, its long hair, its Holstein
pattern.

"So am I the next cow bimbo!" Leni shouted at the minotauress when it
reached her.

"Jeez, Leni, don't be such a bitch." The figure replied.

Leni knew that voice, she stared at the tauress' face in the dim
light and recognized it.

"Deb? You're a minotaur?" she stammered.

"Yeah!" The cow woman giggled. "Like am I totally hot or what!"

"Deb...you're part cow, you can't go through your life part cow!"
Leni protested.

"I like totally can! But I'll let the White Woman explain it." Deb
said as she offered Leni a hand up. "This way."

As the two walked along, Deb explained that the White Woman had found
her at the old farmhouse. At first Deb thought she was some sicko
muderer out for blood. Deb screamed and started to run but the woman
had some power to reach into Deb's mind, calm her and make her stay
put. After making Deb all relaxed, she used her powers, magical,
mental, or both to reach into Deb's desire to be with bovine taurs, to
bring the minotauress she wanted to be to the into her thoughts. When
that vision was secured there, her body began to change as if her
flesh stretched and molded as if it were putty. She felt her body
stretched longer so that she towered. Her bodyweight was
redistributed so that her rolls of fat eroded while she took on muscle
mass and growth about the shoulders and bust. Her breasts swelled
with robust roundness and thick nipples before her eyes taking on
impossible firmness even with their new girth. Even with a heavier
chest, her body felt more nimble and limber than it had been before
the change. When she felt her feet go numb she looked down to find
they had become wide hooves. A funny tingling enveloped her from head
to toe as she grew her coat of hair in its spotted patted. She
expected that it and her skin would be rough but at her touch found
both to be soft and smooth. Growing the short horns had given her a
bit of a headache so she didn't pay attention to growing her wide flat
ears nor her thin playful tail. The White Woman had given her some
time alone to get used to the changes but asked her assistance in
locating Leni after she and Ian had fled.

"And here we are." Deb said as they reached the room where all the
other cow girls were warehoused.

You can't be ok with this!" Leni protested. "There is no way you
can live on this planet as a minotaur!"

"Ah but there are many more planets in many more realities than
this." A sly voice said behind the two, making Leni jump.

"Can you like not keep sneaking up like that." Leni complained,
turning to face the White Woman.

"I'm sorry. A most unfortunate habit." The pale figure said through
a smile. "I can assure you that there are many places where your
friend will be quite at home."

"And I'm sure that they don't need your help stocking them with cow
women." Leni grumbled.

Ah, there you are wrong." The White Woman replied, "Those worlds do
have minotauresses of their own, true, but many lack imagination in
certain...erm...sensual areas. Many a bull who has gained wealth and
status desires something out of the ordinary from a herd mate. Now
humans, like your friend here, who want to be bovines do not want for
such imagination, and can make very sensual herd mates. So what I do
is make the supply to meet the demand! I make the humans into
minotaurs, sell them to bulls and make a nice profit."

"So you brainwash and mutilate humans for money!" Deb spat with distaste.

The White Woman looked visibly hurt. "Oh no no no, it would make no
sense to brainwash my subjects. Even if the final product were not of
dubious quality, the magics required to rewire an unwilling brain
would be so expensive so as to make the profit margin merely
negligible to non-existent. No I use my magics to draw those who
knowingly or unknowingly want to be bovines here to make their wishes
come true and get some product to sell in the process!"

"What she is trying to say," Deb interrupted, "is that I want this.
All she has transformed here, we all want this. We've never felt
comfortable in human forms and we had nothing to look forward to in
them. This is the way we were meant to be and being this way and
serving a bull lord is what we've always dreamed all along of doing.
Now our dreams are coming true."

Leni was touched by the sincerity of Deb's words. "Ok, Deb. If this
is really what you want." Deb answered by nodding her horned head
vigorously.

"Inventory Number 56101" The White Woman told Deb, "It is time to
take your place. This shipment is ready for transport."

Deb winked at Leni, "I'll get a new name from the bull that buys me."
Then she walked to an empty pedestal and stepped onto it. Once
there, she jerked into a rigid pose as if she was standing at
attention. "Inventory Number 56101. Formerly Deborah Matthews, human
female. Special skills: artist, singer." She blurted in a monotone,
then her lids fell closed, a smile fixed on her lips.

The White Woman pulled a gold watch from her pocket. "Transport to
begin in five seconds, five, four, three, two, one, begin"

Suddenly each minotauress was surrounded by a golden light the grew
to near blinding intensity and then faded, the cow women's forms
disappearing with it.

"I think they'll fetch a nice price in the pens at Bovus Prime." The
White Woman said in a satisfied voice.

Leni stared wistfully at the place from which the Deb cow had
disappeared when she suddenly remembered her other friend. "Oh jeez,
Ian. Don't tell me you transformed him and shipped him out too."

"Oh no!" The White Woman laughed, "I have big plans for Ian." Leni
didn't like the sound of that but followed the White Woman back up to
the barn. She led Leni to a huge red cow standing on an elevated plate
with its udder attached to milking pumps. The cows appeared to be
swooning, its eyes rolled back and its thick lips pursed as it moaned
obviously enjoying itself. As the pumps sucked the cow of its milk it
bellowed a ecstatic loud moo that Leni knew it had cum. The pumps
disengaged, the plate the red cow was standing on lowered to ground
level and the creature clambered clumsily down off the platform. The
White Woman beckoned it to them and it shuffled over obediently. It
brushed up against Leni affectionately, nearly knocking her over.
Leni regained her footing and took the bovine's big head in her hands.
Staring at its red hair and then into its large eyes she saw a
familiar twinkle.

"I...I...Ian?" she stammered.

The cow nodded.

The White Woman gave the cow a scritch behind the ear. "You see,
some people want to be minotaurs and some people just want to be cows.
I can accommodate both. You see the bovine worlds I sell
minotauresses to also treasure milk as humans do wine. I have been
able to make some humans into cows that produce fine vintages. I have
great hopes for Ianna here making a delicious and profitable milk."

Leni swore she saw the Ian cow smile. "So what's next?" She
grumbled, "You help me realize my dream of being a cat?"

The White Woman laughed. "I could turn you into my barn cat if you
really wanted, but that would bore you. You strike me as a tigress
type and that is outside of my specialization and market. I could
give you some references of people who would be glad to take you if
you want."

Leni shook her head. "Maybe someday. Its not a priority for me now."

"Ok then. Go back to your car. Its where you left it. You'll find
it fully gassed. Take it back to the highway exit and continue on
your journey. Don't worry about explaining your friends'
disappearance. My magics will insure they will have disappeared in a
way that no questions will be asked."

"Uh, thanks I guess." Leni replied and shuffled down the drive for the road.

"And if you find any others that I could use...erm I could help," The
White Woman called after her, " feel free to bring them my way."

Leni turned around, waving goodbye to the White Woman and Ian, now
Ianna, at her side chewing a clump of grass. She found the car just
before dark. Turning the ignition, she found the car was all gassed
up as the woman said. She put her foot to the accelerator and headed
back down the highway.

***
The convention was going well. Leni had sold a load of artwork. She
should be really happy, but whenever she saw the two empty seats next
to her, she sighed sadly. "They might be happy, but I still miss
them." She thought to herself.

"Excuse me."

Leni was woken out of her reverie by a young man and woman.

"Hi, are Deb or Ian around?" The man said. "We wanted to commission
some taur drawings."

"We're really into bulls and cows." The woman said blushing.

"They both got jobs that make it hard to go to the cons." Leni
informed them. The two frowned sadly.

"Too bad. I really loved their work. It was so real. I know this is
stupid, but I am so into cows and taurs, I kinda want to be one." The
woman told her blushing. The man nodded his head to show he felt the
same way.

Leni got an idea. "Hey, how are you guys getting home?"

"Bus." They said in unison.

"Take a ride with me after the con is over." Leni said with a smile.

"If you are really into cows and taurs, there is someone you really
need to meet. She makes them…erm…like so realistic."
The two smiled excitedly and walked away. Leni leaned back in her
chair, putting her hands behind her head.

"Guess I am going to see the White Woman again. The next time we
meet, we are going to have negotiate my finder's fee." She laughed.

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== '''Bull Market''' ==

The 80s-vintage powder blue escort sputtered to a stop on the sun
baked stretch of county road which cut through an uninhabited stretch
of prairie. The occupants emerged from the apparently dying vehicle.
First, the driver a long tall bespectacled blonde woman of college
age. She cursed and fruitlessly kicked one of Escort's front tires.
From the back seat stepped out a lanky disheveled young man,
alternating between running a hand through his thick long red hair and
scratching his razor stubble. From the other side of the back seat
came a chubby nearly egg shaped young woman with mousy hair wrestling
with a road map.

"Great! Just great!" The thin blonde yelled. "The exit sign said
gas food and lodging. We've driven for 10 miles without seeing
nothing. Can you tell where we are on the map Deb?"

The chubby girl squinted at the expansive paper that rattled in the
light prairie breeze. "Call me crazy, " Leni" Deb answered, "but I
don't think that exit was on the map."

"Maybe we took a wrong turn at Albuquerque." The boy said with a
nasal Bugs Bunny impersonation.

Deb threw the map at him angrily.

"Its not funny Ian! The biggest fur convention starts tomorrow and
we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere! Now we'll never get
there in time to sell our artwork."

Ian mock cringed at the projectile which wafted away harmlessly on
the wind. He looked up with a grin. "Look cows!"
The three gazed across at a short hill not far off which was dotted
with a grazing herd.

"Funny, that wasn't there a few minutes ago..." Leni mumbled.

"What, we're going to fill the tank with milk." Deb grumbled.

"No!" Ian exclaimed, "Cows means there is a farm nearby. We can go
there to get help."

"Oh no!" Deb protested. "If I know anything from horror movies its
that any place this remote like has to have an axe murderer living on
it."

"Take your pick then, you can go to the farm and face the axe
wielding sicko, or hike back down the highway to meet the pick-up
driving serial killer. The farm is not as far away, if we have to run
at least we'll have the energy to do it."

Leni nodded as she gazed at the setting sun. "Ian's right. It's
getting late and I don't want to get stuck on the road at night. Who
knows who we'll run into."

Ian prodded his pudgy elbow into Deb's pudgy tummy. "Hey you might
get lucky and meet one of those `mino-dudes you always draw." Ian
joked.

Deb was easy enough to provoke but nothing made her angrier than
being reminded of her secret love of the minotaur form. She cursed
and took a swing at Ian which the nimble boy easily dodged. Leni
intervened before the fight got out of hand.

"Quit it you two! Things are bad enough. Save it at least till we
get some gas."

Deb fumed but gave up her attack and the three plodded up the road.
A mile away the found a drive and hiked up it, finding a large herd of
cows on either side.

"Shouldn't these gals be fenced in?" Ian said.

"Guess they're well trained." Leni joked.

"Look at them. They are staring at us. It gives me the creeps."
Deb grumbled.

After another mile the came to an old farmhouse, its paint paled by
the elements, the windows empty like soulless eyes.

"Looks like it came out of American gothic." Leni murmured.
Ian leaped up the front steps and onto the porch. The floorboards
creaked even under his modest weight. He peered through a window.

"Anybody home?" Deb called nervously.

"Not for the last decade. The floor's collapsed. The place is empty."

"There has to be someone around. Who ever heard of wild Holstein
cows." Leni wondered.

"I so have a bad feeling about this!" Deb cried.

Ian peered off into the distance. "Looks like a big farm building
down that way. Maybe a dairy. I bet we'll find someone down there."

"Lets check it out." Leni agreed.

Deb shook her head Vigorously. "Oh no. I ain't going any deeper
into this place. If something bad happens I want to be able to make a
run for it."

Ian guffawed. "Deb, you couldn't outrun a malignant snail. There's
safety in numbers."

Deb shook her head to show she was adamant.

"Alright, someone should stay here if the owner comes along." Leni
said. "Ian, you come with me, let's check that building out. Deb, if
aren't back in like 45 minutes, hit the road."

Deb watched as her two friends made there way to the far off building
Ian had spotted. She kicked around some stones nervously before
sitting down on the steps of the old house's porch. She pulled out a
pad and pencil she had stowed away in her jeans pocket and idly
started to doodle. She made some cartoonish woodland figures before
drawing a more imposing figure. Her drawing took the shape of a
minotaur, huge and muscular. "Must have cows on the brain." She
thought to herself as she let her imagination fill in the details:
powerful arms, barrel chest, thick hooves, bovine face and oh so well
endowed. She felt the tingling in her belly as she completed her
sketch. Licking her lips, she sighed, "Oh if such a thing really
existed." she sighed as she thought of herself wrapped in her
drawing's arms. A snort startled her fantasy. She looked up to see a
huge black bull staring at her. Deb jumped up and scrambled up the
porch steps, praying that the bull would not follow. It merely
watched unemotionally, swishing its tail.

Deb regained some courage. "Shoo!" She called out. "Hamburger!"

The bull stood passively, shook its head with a snort and shuffled
slowly around the side of the house. Deb sighed in relief until a
thought chilled her. "What if the guys run into that bull!" Slowly
she crept down the porch steps and the corner of the house the bull
had passed. She peered around to see where he had gone. As she did a
hand fell upon her right shoulder.

***

"Man! Too bad there isn't a bull man around. Deb needs to get laid
something awful." Ian joked as he and Leni walked to the large farm
building.

Leni guffawed, "You're one to talk. When was the last time you got laid?"

Ian shrugged, "I make up for it with an active fantasy life. Anyway,
not all these cows are Holsteins, some are ..."

"You seem to know a lot about cows."

Ian smiled. "Sure do! I always thought it would be great to be a cow."

Leni eyed him suspiciously thinking he must be joking, but she could
tell he was serious.

"The life of a cow is the life for me—hanging out all day, eat,
drink, no worries."

"Except being turned into hamburger." Leni interrupted.

"Well, I'd be a milking cow."

"Shouldn't you want to be a bull?"

"Nah, can't milk bulls...or you could sorta, but that would be icky."

"Great, and you tease Deb about being into minotaurs."

"That's because her interest in bovines is purely sexual. For me
it's a lifestyle choice. "

"You're a strange man Ian."

"Now you're one to talk. You want to be a cat!"

"That's different. Cats are sleek and beautiful. Cows are fat and bloated."

"To each his or her own."

"Anyway cowboy, to change the subject, don't you think its weird we
haven't seen any farm equipment around? No tractors, no ploughs, not
even a rake."

"Maybe the place is fully automated?"

"I hope so, because now I am starting to get the creeps. Ok, here we
are, lets see if anyone is home."

The two peered into the entryway of the huge cavernous structure.
Within, lines of cows waited patiently for their turn to step on a
long plate. Once of, the plate elevated several feet. Small doors
opened underneath the cow from which extended and attached milking
equipment to the teats. As the cows groaned in apparent enjoyment,
the hoses sucked their udders dry, depositing the hot milk in large
vats.

"See!" Gasped Ian "It is fully automated!"

"No frickin' way!" Leni protested. "There is no way a place like
this operates with no one around. There is no way cows are
this...well trained!"

Ian nodded, just as dumbfounded as his friend. His voice returned
when he spotted a figure far away on the side of the room. "Hey,
there is someone who might explain what's going on here."

"Let's go!"

The two ran through the dairy, dodging cows yelling for that the
attention of person they had spotted. Apparently their voices were
not heard over the din of the dairy since the figure was nowhere to be
seen.

Ian pointed to an exit leading through which a spiral stairway
descended. Leni bit her lip and nodded. "I am beginning to think Deb
was right to be scared."

"Yeah. Should we go back?"

Leni shook her head. "Nope. We're here. Let's find out what the
heck is going on." She replied firmly and started downstairs.

Ian cursed but could not stomach abandoning his friend and started after her.

The stairway went deep underground, terminating in a dimly lit stone
hallway which had the mustiness of an old basement.

"Great!" muttered Ian in a whisper as they crept down the corridor,

"This is where we run into a nest of vampires."

"Why would vampires be running a dairy?" Leni hissed.

"Maybe they're vegetarian."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Look there is a bright light
ahead. Maybe finally we'll find out what's going on here."

The two slowly made the steps to the light, increasingly trying to
hold their breaths as if that would make them invisible. What they
found when they reached the light's source made them gasp aloud.

They had come upon a large room lit by floating glowing orbs that
hovered about the ceiling. Throughout the room at spaced intervals
were rows and rows of low golden pedestals. On each of these was a
feminine form of exquisite, almost egregious, feminine beauty, long in
limb, narrow in waist, deep in bosom and arching with delicate curves.
Their hair was in varying lengths, from closely cut to nearly knee
level. Each stood in a rigid pose, as if at attention with their arms
at their sides. As Leni and Ian's eyes adjusted to the light, they
found their was something inhuman about them. They all had distinctly
cow like features. Their ears were long flat flaps that jutted
outwards from their hair. On each of the brows sat curved horns.
Some had an extra set of breasts, others had udders. Some had black
and white spotted patterns over their bodies, some were purely black
and some were various shades of brown. All stood on thick solid
hooves instead of feet.

For a few moments, Leni and Ian stood silently dumbfounded as they
stared at the room's contents. Slowly the tread into the room ready
to bolt if any of the figures moved. When finally assured that the
cow women were not going to suddenly come alive, Ian whispered, "Ok,
this is a cow fetish gone too far. What are these things?
Manniquins? Statues?"

Leni took a close look at one of the minotauresses. "They are so
lifelike" She murmered as she touched the creature. The boy and girl
jumped as the figure's eyelids opened.

"Inventory number 55079. Formerly Briana Lang, human female.
Special skill, teacher." it said dully and then her lids shut again.

"Crap, what was that all about." Ian blurted after regaining his composure.

"Well duh!" Leni joked weakly, trying to calm her edgy nerves. "She
was a human, turned into a minotauress to be sold to someone or
something. Happens all the time."

Ian looked walked up a row taking a closer look at some of the other
figures. "You're not making me feel any better. Uh oh. Look at this
one. I mean look at her face, you won't recognize the body."

Leni peered at the cow woman's face. She knew those features, a
friend and furry artist. "Shit!" She gasped, "Li-chan! Linda! She
was driving out with Bruce and Phil to the fur con a few days before
we left."

Ian tapped the figure's wrist. Its eyes opened and its lips moved,
"Inventory number 55073. Formerly Linda Frank, female human. Special
skill, artist." Her eyes and mouth shut.

Ian looked closely at the minotauresses next to the one that was
formerly their friend and that tapped it on the skin, making it stir.
"Inventory number 55074. Formerly Bruce Phelps, male human. Special
skills, artist, musician."

"Nice to know whoever in charge isn't sexist. I guess Phil is here
too somewhere. They were all into bovines and wanted to be taurs. I
guess they got their wish. Jeez, I've thought about this kind of
thing being done, even drawn it being done, but I never thought it
could actually BE done."

"To say the obvious," a slick feminine voice said behind them, "there
is a lot more in heaven and earth than your etcetera, etcetera. The
important thing is that it is very, very profitable."

Without looking, Leni grabbed Ian by the hand. "Run!" she yelled and
the two bolted down the nearest corridor.

"This isn't the way we came." Ian panted as they fled.

"There has to be another way out of here!" Leni cried.

When they reached an intersection, Leni came up with a plan. "Lets
split up. That might increase our chances of getting out and like
getting help."

Wiping away some sweat from his eyes, Ian complained, "And where
exactly IS this help you're expecting to get. There is safety in
numbers."

"And where is the safety in our numbers?" Leni shot back. She
pushed the boy down a hallway, "Get moving! If you get out, get Deb
and get going. Don't look back." She ran off in a different
direction.

Ian puffed his way down a series of corridors, running so long and so
hard his lungs burned. Just about when he thought collapse, he might
he turned a corner into a hallway filled with a warm breeze and
sunlight. Gasping he followed it to emerge into the outside.

"Exercise much?" The slick female voice chuckled behind him.

Exasperated and angry, Ian turned to voice's source. "Can you do
something less predictable than catching me just as I was about to
escape."

At first he though his pursuer was a ghost or a vampire. She was
dressed in a white business suit, with white high-heeled shoes, a
white broad brimmed hat pulled over her white hair, pulled back in a
bun. The color of her skin was a soulless alabaster. In fact, the
only color on her body were the pale blue of her eyes and her blood
red lips.

"Forgive me. Its a most unfortunate habit." She said as she strode
out onto the grass, joining Ian there. "Let me introduce myself. I
have many names, much too difficult to pronounce. Here I call myself
the White Woman."

Bending over and putting his hands on his knees, catching his breath,
Ian thought about whether he should start running again, deck the
woman, both, or just surrender.

"So what now, you change me into a cow woman." He asked panting.

"You have to admit you don't find the idea so distasteful."

He had to admit that he didn't. In fact, if Leni hadn't pressed he
probably wouldn't have run away in the first place.

She stared at him for a moment. "But, you want something else I can
grant, don't you."

There was. His not so secret desire. Somehow she managed to tap
into it, he could feel some force eminating from her, into his
thoughts, bringing it to the forefront of his mind. He could not
deny it.

"On you knees, Ian."

He sank to a kneeling position, confused. Was it wrong to want this
dream, he was unsure but was unable to resist its allure. She reached
down to the grass and pulled up a clump.

"Eat this." She said in a voice that could have been a request or
command, holding it up to his lips. At first, Ian looked at it and
then her quizzically.

"Eat it" She repeated in a soft voice.

In a daze, Ian opened his lips and accepted the clod that she tucked
on his tongue. He expected the taste to be so bitter but instead it
was pleasantly sweet. He chewed it slowly, his jaws beginning to make
a circular motion as he ground it down and swallowed. Something was
happening to him. His lips and jaw felt swollen, like when the
dentist had given him Novocain back when he had his wisdom teeth out.
He lifted his hands to feel his mouth but stopped when he haw them.
The fingers and thumbs of both palms had fused together and the pads
they had become were becoming increasingly harder to bend as if he had
some form of arthritis.

The White Woman took up another handful of grass and fed it to Ian
like he was a toddler. Ian crunched the grass up, savoring its taste,
noticing that as he did his jaw was starting to becoming longer and
thicker. His tongue had also swelled in size and he passed it over
his teeth which had molded to become wider and flatter.

The surprise over his metamorphosis paled in comparison to the
rumbling in his stomach which seemed to be yawning for more grass.
Instead of waiting for the White Woman to feed him again, he fell on
to all fours, putting his face to the earth. His mouth had become
stretched out now that he had no need to bend his neck down. While
taking gulp after gulp, he noticed that his hands were curling into a
lumpy mass of flesh that bubbled and then hardened, the sense of
feeling in them being significantly dulled.

A nice piece of turf was a little ways from his face and he was just
about to crawl to it, when he found his head was slowly being
propelled forward--his neck was growing longer.

As he munched away, he could feel his body taking on mass. A skinny
kid, he could feel his flesh begin to bulge, straining against his
clothes. He didn't have to turn much to see what was going on, his
head was broadening, and his field of vision was expanding with it.
He found he could twitch his ear lobes, which had lengthened and
spread out flatly from his scalp.

Ian's body inflated faster and faster as he munched away, his body
becoming grotesque obese, the fat bursting free of his clothes, its
liberation tearing his shirt and pants to shreds.

Tearing up the grass before him, Ian lumbered of for more. At first
his crawl was labored as he struggled to move his humungous weight.
Putting an arm forward he found the mass that was his hand had
solidified into a sharp circular hoof. As this fell to the ground,
his arm momentarily stiffened as his elbow disappeared while on the
other side a tumor grew and formed into a knee cap. Throwing his
other arm forward, he found that that too had changed and he was no
equipped with a pair of forelegs. Snorting from his huge nose which
had merged with his long jaw he pushed ahead, this time finding had
become a bit longer, almost to the point that he could stand on all
fours.

He made it to a new patch of grass and munched away. His chest grew
deeper and at the same time bowed out, making his arms and legs step
out to accommodate his new width. His feet had receded toward his now
chubby ankles, becoming a mass similar to his hands and almost
throwing him off balance until the leveled off into hooves.

After feeding a while he tried to move on. Comically, his new
forelegs seemed to be moving while his new hind legs remained in
place. His full torso was growing longer. When all his legs moved
apace he found they had all grown taller as well.

It occurred to him while he was grabbing another mouthful of grass
something important had not grown with his body--his manhood. He
craned his long thick neck around curious to see what had happened to
it but there was nothing to see. He did feel a heaviness between his
legs, a sack like growth that was ballooning there, becoming
uncomfortably full of liquid. When four finger-like protrusions
sprouted from beneath the sack, dangling under it, he realized what it
was an udder.

For the first time during his transformation, Ian tried to speak.
His voice was low and lazy, like a person trying to imitate a cow.

"Not a moooooale...not a moooo bull?" He bellowed.

"Oh Ianna," the White Woman answered with a smile. "This is the real you."

Ianna nodded as her skin hardened into hide which was soon covered in
a thick coat of red hair. A large red cow now stood in place of Ian,
contentedly eating grass. The only trace of the boy was its mien of
red hair on its head from which extended two horns.

The White Woman came up along side Ianna and stroked her neck.

"Come along cow, your udder must be full. Lets get you started
milking and then I'll take care of that other friend of yours."

Ianna lumbered along obediently as the White Woman led her to the barn.

***

Leni had stopped running, and then stopped walking, having spent
several hours wandering through catacombs in a fruitless attempt to
reach an exit. Exhausted she sat down with her back against a wall,
gasping for breath.

"Lost!" She admitted "Stands to reason stupid minotaurs would have a
stupid maze."

Her thought was interrupted by a distant noise. It was a clop, clop
clop sound, like—
hooves! Leni briefly thought about running again but gave up on the
idea. She was much too tired to give much of a race and whatever was
coming probably knew this labyrinth better than she did.
Rounding the corner in the distance was the silhouette of a horned
hourglass figure. Leni stared at it as it came, making out its other
features, its huge, heavy swaying breasts, its long hair, its Holstein
pattern.

"So am I the next cow bimbo!" Leni shouted at the minotauress when it
reached her.

"Jeez, Leni, don't be such a bitch." The figure replied.

Leni knew that voice, she stared at the tauress' face in the dim
light and recognized it.

"Deb? You're a minotaur?" she stammered.

"Yeah!" The cow woman giggled. "Like am I totally hot or what!"

"Deb...you're part cow, you can't go through your life part cow!"
Leni protested.

"I like totally can! But I'll let the White Woman explain it." Deb
said as she offered Leni a hand up. "This way."

As the two walked along, Deb explained that the White Woman had found
her at the old farmhouse. At first Deb thought she was some sicko
muderer out for blood. Deb screamed and started to run but the woman
had some power to reach into Deb's mind, calm her and make her stay
put. After making Deb all relaxed, she used her powers, magical,
mental, or both to reach into Deb's desire to be with bovine taurs, to
bring the minotauress she wanted to be to the into her thoughts. When
that vision was secured there, her body began to change as if her
flesh stretched and molded as if it were putty. She felt her body
stretched longer so that she towered. Her bodyweight was
redistributed so that her rolls of fat eroded while she took on muscle
mass and growth about the shoulders and bust. Her breasts swelled
with robust roundness and thick nipples before her eyes taking on
impossible firmness even with their new girth. Even with a heavier
chest, her body felt more nimble and limber than it had been before
the change. When she felt her feet go numb she looked down to find
they had become wide hooves. A funny tingling enveloped her from head
to toe as she grew her coat of hair in its spotted patted. She
expected that it and her skin would be rough but at her touch found
both to be soft and smooth. Growing the short horns had given her a
bit of a headache so she didn't pay attention to growing her wide flat
ears nor her thin playful tail. The White Woman had given her some
time alone to get used to the changes but asked her assistance in
locating Leni after she and Ian had fled.

"And here we are." Deb said as they reached the room where all the
other cow girls were warehoused.

You can't be ok with this!" Leni protested. "There is no way you
can live on this planet as a minotaur!"

"Ah but there are many more planets in many more realities than
this." A sly voice said behind the two, making Leni jump.

"Can you like not keep sneaking up like that." Leni complained,
turning to face the White Woman.

"I'm sorry. A most unfortunate habit." The pale figure said through
a smile. "I can assure you that there are many places where your
friend will be quite at home."

"And I'm sure that they don't need your help stocking them with cow
women." Leni grumbled.

Ah, there you are wrong." The White Woman replied, "Those worlds do
have minotauresses of their own, true, but many lack imagination in
certain...erm...sensual areas. Many a bull who has gained wealth and
status desires something out of the ordinary from a herd mate. Now
humans, like your friend here, who want to be bovines do not want for
such imagination, and can make very sensual herd mates. So what I do
is make the supply to meet the demand! I make the humans into
minotaurs, sell them to bulls and make a nice profit."

"So you brainwash and mutilate humans for money!" Deb spat with distaste.

The White Woman looked visibly hurt. "Oh no no no, it would make no
sense to brainwash my subjects. Even if the final product were not of
dubious quality, the magics required to rewire an unwilling brain
would be so expensive so as to make the profit margin merely
negligible to non-existent. No I use my magics to draw those who
knowingly or unknowingly want to be bovines here to make their wishes
come true and get some product to sell in the process!"

"What she is trying to say," Deb interrupted, "is that I want this.
All she has transformed here, we all want this. We've never felt
comfortable in human forms and we had nothing to look forward to in
them. This is the way we were meant to be and being this way and
serving a bull lord is what we've always dreamed all along of doing.
Now our dreams are coming true."

Leni was touched by the sincerity of Deb's words. "Ok, Deb. If this
is really what you want." Deb answered by nodding her horned head
vigorously.

"Inventory Number 56101" The White Woman told Deb, "It is time to
take your place. This shipment is ready for transport."

Deb winked at Leni, "I'll get a new name from the bull that buys me."
Then she walked to an empty pedestal and stepped onto it. Once
there, she jerked into a rigid pose as if she was standing at
attention. "Inventory Number 56101. Formerly Deborah Matthews, human
female. Special skills: artist, singer." She blurted in a monotone,
then her lids fell closed, a smile fixed on her lips.

The White Woman pulled a gold watch from her pocket. "Transport to
begin in five seconds, five, four, three, two, one, begin"

Suddenly each minotauress was surrounded by a golden light the grew
to near blinding intensity and then faded, the cow women's forms
disappearing with it.

"I think they'll fetch a nice price in the pens at Bovus Prime." The
White Woman said in a satisfied voice.

Leni stared wistfully at the place from which the Deb cow had
disappeared when she suddenly remembered her other friend. "Oh jeez,
Ian. Don't tell me you transformed him and shipped him out too."

"Oh no!" The White Woman laughed, "I have big plans for Ian." Leni
didn't like the sound of that but followed the White Woman back up to
the barn. She led Leni to a huge red cow standing on an elevated plate
with its udder attached to milking pumps. The cows appeared to be
swooning, its eyes rolled back and its thick lips pursed as it moaned
obviously enjoying itself. As the pumps sucked the cow of its milk it
bellowed a ecstatic loud moo that Leni knew it had cum. The pumps
disengaged, the plate the red cow was standing on lowered to ground
level and the creature clambered clumsily down off the platform. The
White Woman beckoned it to them and it shuffled over obediently. It
brushed up against Leni affectionately, nearly knocking her over.
Leni regained her footing and took the bovine's big head in her hands.
Staring at its red hair and then into its large eyes she saw a
familiar twinkle.

"I...I...Ian?" she stammered.

The cow nodded.

The White Woman gave the cow a scritch behind the ear. "You see,
some people want to be minotaurs and some people just want to be cows.
I can accommodate both. You see the bovine worlds I sell
minotauresses to also treasure milk as humans do wine. I have been
able to make some humans into cows that produce fine vintages. I have
great hopes for Ianna here making a delicious and profitable milk."

Leni swore she saw the Ian cow smile. "So what's next?" She
grumbled, "You help me realize my dream of being a cat?"

The White Woman laughed. "I could turn you into my barn cat if you
really wanted, but that would bore you. You strike me as a tigress
type and that is outside of my specialization and market. I could
give you some references of people who would be glad to take you if
you want."

Leni shook her head. "Maybe someday. Its not a priority for me now."

"Ok then. Go back to your car. Its where you left it. You'll find
it fully gassed. Take it back to the highway exit and continue on
your journey. Don't worry about explaining your friends'
disappearance. My magics will insure they will have disappeared in a
way that no questions will be asked."

"Uh, thanks I guess." Leni replied and shuffled down the drive for the road.

"And if you find any others that I could use...erm I could help," The
White Woman called after her, " feel free to bring them my way."

Leni turned around, waving goodbye to the White Woman and Ian, now
Ianna, at her side chewing a clump of grass. She found the car just
before dark. Turning the ignition, she found the car was all gassed
up as the woman said. She put her foot to the accelerator and headed
back down the highway.

***
The convention was going well. Leni had sold a load of artwork. She
should be really happy, but whenever she saw the two empty seats next
to her, she sighed sadly. "They might be happy, but I still miss
them." She thought to herself.

"Excuse me."

Leni was woken out of her reverie by a young man and woman.

"Hi, are Deb or Ian around?" The man said. "We wanted to commission
some taur drawings."

"We're really into bulls and cows." The woman said blushing.

"They both got jobs that make it hard to go to the cons." Leni
informed them. The two frowned sadly.

"Too bad. I really loved their work. It was so real. I know this is
stupid, but I am so into cows and taurs, I kinda want to be one." The
woman told her blushing. The man nodded his head to show he felt the
same way.

Leni got an idea. "Hey, how are you guys getting home?"

"Bus." They said in unison.

"Take a ride with me after the con is over." Leni said with a smile.

"If you are really into cows and taurs, there is someone you really
need to meet. She makes them…erm…like so realistic."
The two smiled excitedly and walked away. Leni leaned back in her
chair, putting her hands behind her head.

"Guess I am going to see the White Woman again. The next time we
meet, we are going to have negotiate my finder's fee." She laughed.