Meep gave both the Chronivac and I a skeptical gaze, drumming her fingers on my chest. After a moment of contemplation she picked up the Chronivac, resting it on my chest, scrolling through it with one hand and using the other to toy with my chest.
“It's a pretty big commitment,” she meeped through a blush, “bovines are really important to the farm, and really driven, are you sure you can handle that?”
“Care to elaborate?” I said, my hands rubbing the velvet of her hips.
“Bovines are big, bulls especially, at least six-eight with a lot of muscle mass, and a lot of curves, regardless of gender.” Her hand was resting on my chest, eyes peering through the fog of fur and quivering shame, palpably horny. “I’d have to turn you into a big person, a strong creature, full of hormones. You would have expectations, depending on… well, let's just say what class you choose, and that can be intense.”
She could barely control herself, her eyes flitting between mine and the screen, the plots she was devising shining on her face, her moistening groin wetting my belly. I rolled my eyes at her, but I wasn’t too far off her myself, my heart pounding in my throat as I hardened like a rock. Beyond the simple pleasure of feeling a horny woman resting atop me, there was something deeply satisfying about a mutual sexual anticipation, a feedback loop of sexy.
“No matter what you choose, those hormones are gonna start to drive you in very exploitable ways.” She continued with a grin. “Bulls are chads; big boys, with big muscles and bigger dicks, filled with testosterone and born to fuck and needing to dominate. Then you have oxen, which come in all genders, but are generally masc-leaning, in terms of body type, full of oxytocin too. They are friendly and chill, smaller than bulls and not born with their competitive edge, but love the feeling of getting shit done. Finally there are the cows, which are ditzy moms, best friends, and full of those lumps…”
"Lumps?" I chuckled.
"Lovely lady lumps," she sand, grinning her hips atop me with a laugh, "even more than mine."
I laid back, taking in the information in, as well as the sight of my gyrating lover, as she continued, my heart still racing. As she dove into the technical details of the classes, my mind began to fog over, the minutiae flying right over my head. The horniness had left the room for her impassioned lore-building justifications, which felt silly now we could toy with reality itself. The more she talked the faster she got, and the more tangents emerged, until - when my brian re-entered the conversation, I found her rambling about the dry abstractions of the meta. Boggled, my mood dwindling, I brought her back to reality with a slap on the bum.
“Babe,” I chuckled again, “condense?”
“Fine,” she smiled, rolling her eyes as she showed me the diagram. “Bulls are meatheads, oxen are chill, cows are moms. Bulls are annoyed by everyone, and oxen are annoyed by nothing, and cows hold them together.” Her lips curled, plots re emerging from the fur of her face again. “Cows, and other sexy creatures, have ways of motivating them, and tend to work well together, but are difficult to control themselves. If you didn’t become one yourself I think we would be forced to find one, maybe even make one.”
I eyed up the diagram in full, noting the various names associated with each class. It looked complicated, but I could see a flow of moods swirling around the image of an anthropomorphic cow-lady. While most of the positions in the chart had names attached, she didn’t.”
“What about this one,” I said, pointing to a red-furred bull floating between oxen and bulls at the bottom of the chart.”
“That’s Dan, the multiclasser,” she said, “he’s a douche.”
“Roleplay or… ?”
“At this point there isn't much difference, and of all the things he’s specced into cow is not one of them.”
I nodded, pushing through more names. There weren't any other bovines, but that just made me more excited, eager to fill that void.
“Sounds pretty interesting,” I lied, pushing the phone into her chest as I brought her closer. “If I make a decision, will you - ahem - make me?”
We exchanged another kiss, my hand once again resting on her arse. I was determined to bring the horniness back, to see that glow in her eyes again, even if it meant messing with my biology.
“Mm hm,” she replied, her eyes fluttering. “I am gonna make you perfect.”
She was grinning again, and I was starting to sense the moisture build within her again, as her hand cupped my face.
“Can sheep have pet bovines?” I grinned back, nuzzling into her neck with a kiss.
“No,” she breathed, a baa-ing rising underbreath. “It's kinda taboo, we will have to keep it secret, or someone could claim us both.”
“But would you want that?” I breathed back, pushing her fringe back so I could see the blush rising on her face.
“I want you,” she breathed in return. We both smiled, laughing at the earnest cheese, diving back into the throes of passion. She pushed me back down into the sofa, nibbling at my ear as she continued. "And I would probably love being bonded to you like that.
“I’ve never done anything like this IRL, never even seen a furry IRL, it's all new and the scary thing is, well, I can feel the effect the changes are having on me. It's not just roleplay anymore, some of my instincts are becoming very sheepish, and some of the ideas… “ A shudder shocked through my belly, her hips twitching with anticipation, a stray thought making her so aroused it echoed back into me. “I want to do things I've never wanted before, and experience things that used to scare me. I'm not sure if that is just part of the change, or just because my roleplay now involves you.”
I was hard. Hard as diamond. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to throw her beneath me and fuck my little sheep senseless, but I couldn’t. She was atop me still, her hands greedy, but desperately pawing through the chronivac. If I didn’t make a decision soon she would make that for me, and I knew the things we discussed were just the beginning of her plots.