Bets couldn't get to sleep that night. Not soundly, anyway. She kept tossing and turning, struggling to get comfortable as her mind decided to reply that moment with that big man over and over again. She didn't know why, but over time, she got sick of the sound of her own shrill laughter, as equally as the sound of her friends' grating laughter. She couldn't help but question internally why this moment was playing, but as her body lay unconsciously shifting about in her bedsheets trying to be comfy, her mind was being dragged into a reality not of her own accord. The moment repeated again and again, but every single time felt different until she ended up realising it was happening without her input. Was she... in the dream?
Her friends said the same things in the memory but she didn't. She even stood up, shaking her hands in front of their eyes as they laughed. They didn't register her movements. "...t-this is lucid dreaming... must be, I heard about it in SHE Magazine..." she kept telling herself, but unlike it, she didn't have control of the dream. She kept trying to break out of the mall, or trying to take all the dresses from the shops, but they all disappeared as soon as the memory replayed. Everything was the same.
Except for him. That fat guy.
He turned to look at her, dead in the eye, before returning to the exact position he was in before.
"Gotta be a lucid dream... gotta be a lucid dream..." her own internal chanting did nothing to calm her as she watched from the back of the fat man, shifting bone, muscle and hair form out of pure light. It was like The Thing, that movie her Dad watched. She couldn't scream no matter how much she wanted to. Her legs felt like it was frozen in place. Her friends' laughter at the man created the soundtrack of her nightmares as she watched this monstrosity form completely into this strange female Minotaur creature.
It moved towards her, the laughter of her friends distorting, almost if it was mocking her.
"Bets"
She whimpered. Unsure what this... thing was going to do to her.
"...my human form is unsightly to you?"
WHAT?! No way that guy at the mall was truly this thing. This was just a bad dream, she just had to wake up. ...why wasn't it working? Wake up!
"...no matter. All four of you shall await both punishment... and your new purposes. For now... let me show you what I shall do to you... to become my servants... my obedient... loyal servants..."
Bets didn't move, but this Minotaur thing could make her move. She felt her whole body work against her. Being her closer to something that the Minotaur was revealing...
...oh no...
...her breasts and udder.
Almost hidden under layers of fur, she revealed these huge breasts to Bets. Within an instant, she knew what this creature was going to do to her but she could stop it. With her muscular arms, she thrusted Bets towards the nipple and against her will, Bets suckled.
And as she did...
...her mind wavered. Her sense of free will faded with every suckle, every drop. Her mind was free to be molded into whatever the creature saw fit. She drew herself into the breasts moreso. Her mind did not matter. Her memories altered so that all knowledge she had was merely for the use of the Minotaur. A hive mind, almost. Everything Bets knew, the Minotaur knew. And if punishment was necessary, Bets wouldn't know anything anymore. The personality she had just drained out of her. She was a drone. A soldier. A follower. A gatherer.
"...you will need to gather more to serve me, Bets..."
Bets appearance had changed in the slightest with her ears, they were pointed and drooped slightly.
"...yes... I will gather more... we serve you... Mother..."
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Bets screamed. 7:30 am. Saturday morning. Was it a dream? ...she felt her ears. Rounded, human, nothing cow like. She couldn't calm down completely from this. ...she had to warn the others.