Kyle and Cliff could not believe what they were seeing. It was their fondest fantasy; Holstein Minotaur Cows!
"I think I'm seein' things or dreamin'" Kyle said.
Cliff pinched Kyle hard on the arm right on his Minotaur tattoo.
"Ow! You asshole!" Kyle cried out.
"Jus' seein' if you were really dreamin.'" Cliff said.
With that Kyle punched him soundly in the shoulder on Cliff's Minotaur tattoo. The brothers had, because of their mutual passion, gotten identical tattoos that embodied how they felt about themselves; though their bodies didn't match the tattoos, they felt like bulls in human form.
The herd's matriarch had seen the two humans and how they were contesting with each other for breeding rights. Daisy, decided that it was nonsense, though she had to admit two males challenging each other did arouse her, it was stupid. There were enough females in the herd to share and the two males who had always cared for them would make fine sires. She spoke briefly with the younger cows and they all giggled and agreed to wait until Daisy had talked to the males before they approached them. All in all, the small herd consisted of ten young cows and Daisy, who was their leader because she was the eldest at five years.
"Hello boys," a sultry voice spoke and one of the extremely buxom female cow animorphs walked over to the brothers.
"Oh, this isn't a dream Kyle, it's real." Cliff said and Kyle nodded mutely.
Both of the brothers had huge erections growing in their overalls.
"My name's Daisy, would you males like to join the herd?" She said seductively and scratched both young men's beards with three-fingered hoof-hands.
Kyle and Cliff just nodded. Daisy held up her huge breasts, her udders had vanished and were just vestigial nipples above her crotch.
"How about a little milk, boys, you look hungry!" Daisy said with a melodic laugh, the two were slightly hesitant, "Go on, fresh warm milk and there's one for each of you, you don't have to fight."
Kyle and Cliff took the invitation immediately, Daisy moaned passionately and both of the men unhooked the fastened straps of their overalls and dropped them. They stood naked in the pasture, both fully erect and suckling Daisy. Their roving hands explored her voluptuous body and both found her vagina at the same time. Both began stimulating the beautiful Cow-woman.
After about fifteen minutes, Daisy threw back her head and bellowed out her orgasm, trembling and supporting her weight on the burly young men and then, as she calmed down she separated the two brothers from her breasts.
"There are plenty of us, you don't have to fight each other for us. Come back into the grove and make love." Daisy said. She kissed first Kyle and licked the milk that was smeared in his beard and did the same for Cliff after she had cleaned Kyle's beard.
Daisy then turned and walked back into the grove with the brothers following behind, rubbing their cocks. Their balls tingled and they were itching all over. If they were not so overcome with lust, they might have paid attention to the swelling on either side of their foreheads, but they were in rut now and wanted to lie with the female Minotaurs until sundown.
The day passed and Kyle and Cliff changed, rapidly. To be sure they noticed their new powerful forms; the huge horns, the tails, the enormous balls and the arm sized cocks they had acquired, but they didn't care. They didn't care that they were no longer humans, that is. They had become their fondest fantasy; they were Minotaur Bulls! Thick necked, broad shouldered, barrel chested, shaggy bearded, over muscled Holstein Minotaur Bulls and each of them mated freely with the eleven cows all day long, drinking of their cow’s milk and vaginal juices and fucking their sweet heard until they felt they had emptied their huge new balls.
By sundown, they were ready to head back to the house for sleep and realized as they discussed it that the house would never do. It was too small for them now, each of them stood a good 81/2 to 9 foot tall by their guess and that was without the huge curved horns.
Kyle said to Daisy, "How about we all go back up to the barn for some oats and water, then perhaps we can continue our rut in the morning.
Daisy kissed her Bull. "I’d like that!” Daisy agreed readily, “OK, let's round up the girls and head off to bed."
Cliff finished fucking a cow he’d given the name “Hathor” to and they all started preparing to move out of the pasture. The small herd headed toward the barn for dinner and a good night's rest.
Kyle and Cliff walked back and the females followed behind. Soon, they reached the barn. When they got there, they discovered...