Almost as soon as Bethany had admitted her changing feelings, she slapped her hands over her mouth, cheeks flushing pink.
“You really don’t gotta be embarrassed,” you say, chuckling. “I mean, we’re at an animal sex party. That’s clearly the whole point of why we’re here.”
“Shut up,” she sighed. “You get to be all sleek and cool and muscley. I’m becoming a big fat cow.”
“So? Pretty sure the bulls are gonna find you irresistible,” you smirk. “Bet they love the big fat cow booty.”
“Gee, thanks,” Bethany grumbled, clearly still a bit peeved.
“Look. Before she went off to go do whatever it is the hostess of this party has to do, Lynn suggested I go around and meet people, get acquainted with the culture. Or cultures. I’m not sure how different everybody is yet. Wanna come with me?”
“A cow and a tiger hanging out?” Bethany asks, before an involuntary moan burbles quietly out of her throat. You can’t help but notice the little bumps on her forehead starting to protrude - horns.
“Why not? We probably didn’t work as a couple because you know, we were always like this deep down inside, but nobody ever said a tiger and a cow can’t be friends.”
“Until the tiger gets a hankering for flank steak,” she folded her arms over her massive chest, causing the slowly growing mammaries to spill out a bit over the top.
“Aw, c’mon,” you protest, but keeping your tone light. “I was never a red meat guy. Poultry and seafood, remember? Not to mention you know, the rules.”
“Okay, okay. You’re not going to eat me. But I dunno, this is all just weird.”
“Yup! Might as well enjoy the weird,” you chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can find people we want to talk… to…”
You trail off as a scent hits your nose, causing you to sniff at the air. Where is it coming from? It smells sweet and delectable, and you reflexively lick your lips.
“What are you doing- oh, motherfucker,” Bethany grumbles as she looks down at her top which is now marked with two prominent wet spots that are getting bigger. “The hell? I dried up months ago.”
“Hmm?” you ask, snapping out of your haze, noticing the spots visually. That’s the scent for sure - she’s lactating. “Whoa. Is that…”
“Yeah,” she growls in frustration. “I don’t get it. Little dude moved on to jarred foods a long time ago, and I haven’t…”
“Wait, you’re a mom?”
“Is that a problem for you? We never did it when we were a couple anyway.”
“No, no, I just… I didn’t know.”
“Had no reason to. Not like we kept up. Yeah, one-night stand, and all of a sudden, baby.”
“You didn’t bring the-“
“No, fuck no, my mom is- okay this is seriously out of hand, I don’t…” Bethany sighs, and reluctantly removes her top, letting her massive mammaries loose. “Gonna need a shower or something.”
“Or I could help,” you offer.
“What.” The flatness of that utterance let you know exactly how not on board she was.
“Seriously! It smells so good, and-“
“Are you insane? You want me to what, breastfeed you?”
“Bethany. You’re a cow, and that’s a lot of milk. You just wanna keep leaking all night?”
“This is ridiculous,” Bethany grumbled, and you could have sworn her voice sounded a little deeper.
“Yup. Might as well embrace it,” you answer with a smirk, what little of a tail you have waving back and forth with anticipation. You felt no sexual urges towards her, none at all. But the thought of fresh cows milk had you salivating.
“Okay,” she relented, and the moment she did, you were upon her, mouth clamped onto her teat and suckling for all you were worth.
You felt a surge through your body, one that coincided with a shudder from her, and a low, quiet moo. It was almost like an itch, and at the same time you felt a tickle around your palms. You opened an eye to spare a glance, and found that the gossamer fur that had dusted the backs of your hands was fuller now, and notably stark white with black stripes. They stood out against the short, brown fur that was coming in all over Bethany’s skin. A growth surge. Yes!
You’re so transfixed in the moment that you hardly notice someone approaching you until a heavy hand is on your shoulder…