"Thank you for the offer, but I think I can handle it." spoke Alice, as she turned her attention to the stairwell, she glanced at her newly developed udder and the werecow, before heading deeper in the dungeon.
The werecow let out a sigh as she watched Alice head down the stairwell, her footsteps becoming distant and the light of her lantern slowly disappearing in the enveloping darkness. A weregryphon landed from the opening of the ceiling.
"Poor girl, she doesn't know what she and her brother got themselves into." he spoke, folding his feathery wings around his body, "Do you think they'll even get out of here retaining a humanoid appearance?"
"Not at all." answered the minotauress, as she looked at the weregryphon, "I don't even think she'll end up as a minotauress as well." she confessed.
The weregryphon let out a sigh, "Not to be rude, but there are enough werecows and werebulls around here." he spoke, "My tribe could use some more female gryphons."
The two werecreatures kept talking, until the weregryphon, exhausted with his hunt and the time taken to bite or scratch humans to add them to his tribe, got on his knees and started to drink the minotauress' milk, before the two started mating.
Meanwhile, Alice was still searching for her sibling, her movements were slow and groggy, due to the large udder dangling between her legs.
"Fuck... I shouldn't have drunk the milk from that... beast." she huffed, coughing a little as she felt a musky smell in the hallway she was currently passing by, the stench was horrid, and it indirectly confirmed what the werecow told Alice.
She let out another huff as she leaned against a corner, before sitting down, she was panting and sweating, Alice looked at her udder, which was throbbing, she could spot small droplets of milk leaving the teats, making the farmgirl lick her lips at the thought of drinking the substance, which she was slowly growing addicted to.