Two problems down, Merlin looked around for the next one. His eyes landed on Travis, who wasn’t even looking at costumes. Travis was just staring at his phone, not participating whatsoever. Even if someone talked to him, he merely grunted in response.
The young man was lazy, eh? Merlin knew just how to take care of that.
Merlin grabbed a costume and walked up to Travis.
“Young man, I see you haven’t looked much at our selection,” he said idly. Travis grunted wordlessly. “If you’d like, I have a costume that I think would suit you.” Travis didn’t look up from his phone. He held out his hand. Merlin handed it to him. With a long-suffering sigh, Travis disappeared into a changing room. Merlin followed.
“Uh, is this a cow costume?” Travis asked, frowning at the costume.
“No.”
“All right. As long as it’s not a cow,” Travis muttered. He slipped the costume on over his current clothes. “Hmm. I dunno if I like it that much, but it’s better than nothing, I guess.” He abruptly doubled over in pain. A moo escaped his lips as the faux fur of the costume fused with his skin, becoming real fur. He grew in height, his face elongated into a snout, his ears turned into those of a cow’s, and his feet became hooves. Travis mooed in pain again, when his pecs expanded, becoming breasts that would put a porn star’s to shame. His butt swelled as well, giving him a perfect hourglass figure. A large udder grew right above his penis.
“Excellent,” Merlin said, admiring the female minotaur before him. “You’ll fetch a pretty penny.” He snapped his fingers. They disappeared from the mortal world and reappeared in the fay world.
Travis was still reeling when Merlin looped a lead around her neck and led her onto a wooden stage.
“I have a fine female minotaur for sale,” Merlin called to the gathered crowd. “Her breasts will satisfy even the thirstiest of calves and her teats will produce milk in such amounts you’ll never run out.”
“Is she fertile?” called someone in the crowd.
“She cannot bear calves,” Merlin said. He held up Travis’s udder, displaying the penis hidden behind it. “But she can produce them.” Murmurs swept the crowd. A surge of conflicting and confused feelings flooded Travis, but she was at least relieved that she still had her pride and joy. “She will earn more money than the average cow. A regular heifer must take a break from her chores and work while she is pregnant. This heifer will have no need for a break from her responsibilities. You can even rent her out as a stud.”
Immediately, there was a bidding war over Travis. Eventually, Merlin chose a buyer and handed Travis over to him. Travis learned a few things during the exchange. The first was that her name was now Bessie. The second was that she was going to live on a farm with a herd of fellow female minotaurs. The third was that she was expected to work the farm.
The fourth thing Bessie learned; she was told after she had arrived at her new home. After bringing her into the stable with the other minotaur cows and introducing her, her new owner took her aside. Her new owner was a rather short male minotaur, covered in black fur. Bessie got the feeling that he liked to have his way with his heifers, and counted herself lucky he wouldn’t be able to do the same with her.
“Bessie, all my heifers were purchased by me, but they all can earn their freedom back,” Bessie’s owner said. “Once they have earned me ten times as much money as I spent when I purchased them, I allow them to leave.”
“Has anyone actually done that?” Bessie asked. Her voice was warm and maternal, which was fitting given that she would be expected to help raise children.
“Oh, yes. It’s difficult, but not impossible. In fact, two of the heifers in the barn earned their freedom and decided to stay.”
“How do I earn you money?” Bessie asked, dreading the answer. She desperately wanted to be free, but it sounded like it would take a lot of effort. Something she didn’t like doing. But then again, even if she didn’t bother trying to work her way to freedom, she’d have to do some work. Her owner had made it very clear there would be consequences if she didn’t.
“By doing your job. All my heifers nurse and raise calves, produce milk for me to sell, and do other chores around the farm as needed. They also birth calves, but since you can’t, I’ll rent you out to stud instead.” Bessie’s owner rubbed her snout. “Don’t worry. You’ll have a lot of fun as a stud and make a lot of money. Now, go lay down. I’ll fetch you tomorrow with your first responsibilities.”
With that, Bessie’s owner left. All Bessie could do was lay down in her stall and sleep, wondering what of that long list of chores she’d be doing tomorrow.