165. RETURN TO THE HUMAN PLAINS! PART 9 (R-18)

*Bovine Marks – Four*

Lamby Wool

Sheeple Wool

Electric Ewe Wool

E.E. Electric Magic

Lamby / Calfy Ears

Sheeple/Taurine Ears

Lamby / Calfy Tail

Sheeple/Ram/Minotaur Tail

Ramming Speed

Lamby / Calfy Legs

Minotaur / Sheeple Legs

Minotaur Endurance

Minotaur/Ram Horns

Minotaur Strength

Ram Concussion Resistance

Minotaur Head

Minotaur Cock and Bollocks

Taurine Maiden Breast Enhancement

T.M. Soporific Milk

T.M. Aphrodisiac Milk

T.M. Milk Production

Nursemaid Healing Milk

Nursemaid Cap

Summon Nursemaid Uniform

Summon First Aid Kit

*Impregnation Successful – One Male Breeder Mark!*

When the two of us finish establishing our bond, we lay there together, my cocks still lodged in her nether holes, for minutes more. My hands caress her muscular legs, and my fingers count her Taurine abs while we wallow in our sticky, mixed fluids. Eventually, though, I have another appointment to make.

I withdraw from her cunt and rear with a double *pop* to let a waterfall of spunk flow forth from her gaping holes. She sighs with commingled relief and disappointment to have me depart.

“You sure are amazin’, darlin’,” the cowgirl comments. “That was easily the best I’ve ever had… not that I’ve had cock before. Most ladies I’ve been with didn’t have your advantages, and I told you I’m not fond of guys touching me down there. They’re kinda cute when they drinkin’ from me, but that don’t turn me on none. Not like you, Alex.”

“And my girlfriends?” I tease.

She flushes, making me lean down to give the sweet Nursemaid a tender kiss. Effie sits up as I withdraw and twiddles her thumbs, “Is it really alright if them and I…?”

“—Make passionate love while I watch? Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Language, Alex!” she scolds, then softens her tone. “You mean the world to me, Alex, but I saw the way you look at those two. You fell for them hard, didn’t you, darlin’? Screwing their brains out behind the barn is one thing, but I don’t wanna be a third wheel…”

“You’re not, Effie. I love you, and I’m going to introduce you to our new family back in Field Town. That means a lot of amazing girls to get to know. I just hope you don’t mind having to share me with so many.”

She shakes her head. “You’ve become a powerful monster, Alex; even I can see that. It makes sense you’re in demand. I’m happy to be your bride as long as you always spare a few minutes in the mornin’ to let me give you your breakfast.” A bounce of her boobs puts a period on that sentence.

“Deal,” I say with a chuckle. Mornings are going to keep getting more complicated, aren’t they? “Let’s gather up the girls.”

I clean us up with Water Magic once again, hose down the mess we made, and dry us with a fine-controlled blend of Air and Flame Magic.

“That’s mighty convenient, isn’t it?” Effie remarks after I finish with her curly hair.

Shrugging, I reply, “It’s been a gradual thing, so I hardly notice anymore.”

The two of us return to find my companions next door and I stumble at the entrance, “Oh, wow.”

“Yep, that’s why we discourage humans visiting the Milk Barn,” Effie says while nodding sagely.

If I thought we’d made a mess of ourselves, that was nothing compared to the state of things here. My girls are slathered head to toe in cum and dairy, the sated monsters’ fur is matted, and everything is sticky. I’m grateful for every one of my Multitasking Focuses as I begin the arduous task of getting this place sanitary enough to prepare food once again.

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“Lady Mayoress, please hurry along now, or you’ll miss your meeting with Scag&Ag,” Janine, my sexy Hob secretary insists.

That’s probably a good call. I may have spent too long here making sure to clean up after the mess I made by leaving Jenny and Julia with these horny Taurines. There’s something relaxing about spraying down every surface with water, though; sterilizing metal with heat and drying the wood and flooring with Air magic is it's own brand of entertainment. While the others assist my efforts, they’ve never seen magic like mine before and can't help staring in awe at the power on display.

It may have boosted my ego a bit to show off as well.

“Go on ahead, Miss Alex,” the head Milkmaid says. The monsters at her side all nod in agreement, looking fully satiated after the fun they had. “We’ll take it from here. You and your friends have been a delight, but we should get back to work.”

“Alrighty, then.” I turn to my companions. “Ready, girls?”

““Ready!”” Jenny and Julia playfully salute. They’re back in their normal civilian clothes, just as I’ve re-donned my Dark Magic lingerie.

“I’m ready, too, darlin’,” my new Nursemaid companion states. The assembled Milkmaids regard her with wonder. I’m sure they haven’t seen an evolution like this in ages. Effie is wearing her Nursemaid Uniform, including the white cap with a red heart on its front that appeared during her evolution, a summoned pink dress, and a white apron decorated with red hearts. Her outfit, of course, has heart-shaped snap-flaps to bear her nipples as needed—a critical design choice considering the healing properties of her milk.

“This way, please, Lady Mayoress.”

We exit the Milk Barn and soon rejoin the Guard Doggin patrol escort. Our group doesn’t make it far, however, before being accosted by a group of Fleecy Sheeple.

“Lady Mayoress! Lady Mayoress!” the leading Ewe beckons for my attention. It seems the Council has been spreading the news of my ascent, but the Guard Doggin escort is still helpful to have around as they allow me to pass through populous areas without getting mobbed by the curious citizenry. This, however, doesn’t look like that. I spare a moment to stop since the Sheeple appear to be on a mission. “Ah, thank you for your time, Lady Mayoress. When we heard about your abrupt inauguration, my first question was, ‘What was she wearing?!?’ Not to question your tastes, Lady Mayoress, as that is an exquisite little number,” she says, indicating Spindle’s handiwork on my lingerie, “But shouldn’t a Lady of your prowess be wearing something a bit… grander?”

The Sheeple behind her proffer their wares, dozens of woolen garments stacked high in their arms, and I understand what this is about.

“Hmm… Honestly,” I begin, “I’ve grown to like my scales, and I enjoy showing them off.” My monstrous features are nothing to be ashamed of! In fact, they’re the badge of my power. Not to mention the necessity of having my tattoo menu constantly accessible for situations where I need to make changes on the fly. Also, my toughness and strength mean I don’t require special support for my breasts—my top is there purely because I like the way they make my tits look. “However, I understand the importance of some modesty as a public figure, hence the panties. That doesn’t mean you’re out of luck, though,” I continue, curbing their evident disappointment. “There are dozens of monsters in Field Town whom I’m sure would love to try some Home Town fashion!”

That cheers them for a minute, at least until they ask the obvious question, “Lady Mayoress, how do we get to Field Town?”

“Umm, one sec.” I turn to my redheaded Hobgoblin Secretary and whisper, “Hey, I’ll work on figuring that part out soon, so let’s keep them busy for now, yeah?”

“Yes, Lady Mayoress.” Janine adjusts her sleek reading glasses, brandishes her black ring binder, and addresses the assembled Sheeple, “Of course, the method of transportation will be obvious when the time comes. Meanwhile, you should have your hands full designing clothes for mice, bunnies, and Harpies, correct?”

Their bovine eyes sparkle with imagination. “Yes, that’s right! We have so many outfits to create!”

“Don’t forget the Lady Mayoress has young wards to clothe,” Janine adds, then leans in to whisper in a voice I can barely hear, “And make sure to whip up something special for the Mayoress’s wives if you really want to impress her.”

I can’t argue with that!

Our group continues onward while the Fleecy Sheeple fashionistas bustle off to create new masterpieces.

It’s not long before Scag greets us outside the Doggin Guardhouse, “Lady Mayoress, welcome.” Then Ag adds, “Come this way, please.”

Jenny and Julia fidget at my side, no doubt recalling our previous carnal encounters with the two-headed humanoid Warg, and I ask, “The Ritual site is inside the Guardhouse?”

“Ah, yeah, er, yes, Miss, it made sense to have the Guardhouse near the site, as we keep it under constant vigil. That, and this building had a convenient design to house the Guard.”

The Guardhouse is a refurbished ancient human building with a large garage decked out with training equipment. I see Dalmatian Guard Doggins drilling and sparring as we walk by. A long pole extends upward through the ceiling into the Doggins’ living quarters, while the adjoining building has a kitchen, mess hall, and storage rooms. We pass a Goblin Janitor hard at work with a mop on our way to an unassuming door that leads to the cellar.

Torches light the underground chamber, giving it a somewhat creepy vibe as the Ritual paraphernalia comes into view. There’s a bookshelf with a tome and a knife, a broom leaning against it, eerie circles drawn on the cement floor in chalk, and a ladder on the far wall. My Impish Profane Sight detects odd fluctuations in the magic here. It seems like the circles are channeling energy into strange patterns, concentrating them on two specific places marked on the ground just wide enough for one person to stand in each.

“What’s the ladder for?” I wonder.

“It’s for the hatch, Lady Mayoress,” a female Warg on the other side of the room says, pointing out what looks like a manhole cover in the ceiling above the center of the circle. It seems there are several Wargs here waiting for me to assess the mystery of their order.

Scag explains, “The Ritual only works when the full moon shines down from directly overhead, which happens once every few years. Otherwise, we’d have more Wargs.” Ag continues, “Since spots are limited, we give the pairs with the highest chance of success priority—twin Doggins.” Scag interrupts, “It’s said in the town records we had other monsters who could fuse, but that was a long time ago.”

“Hmm…” I begin while the others all look at me expectantly. Except, this is totally beyond me! A Ritual that only works every few years doesn’t sound very useful, actually, but maybe Gabby could figure something out I can’t. But she isn’t here. There’s only one thing for it.

*Selected Goblin Apprentice Quick Study!*

Employing my photographic memory, I drink in every detail. After a few minutes of intense staring, I’m confident I can reproduce the Ritual Site exactly. I grab the ancient leather-bound book off the shelf to discover it holds step-by-step directions on how to perform the fusion Ritual. Weirdly, it reads more like a cookbook than a work of experiments and theory. The language is old-timey, uses unfamiliar measurements, and strange leaps in logic that leave critical details unclear.

Where the Book of Monsters had endless segues, speculation, and tables of rough data, this Ritual book has the scrawling of a madwoman in the margins. Repeated nonsense, unrelated musings, doodles of imaginary creatures (what the hell kind of confused bullshit is a platypus?), and angry letters to ex-lovers galore. Creepy.

“It’s a wonder you were able to perform the Ritual successfully at all with instructions like these,” I comment.

Scag&Ag nod gravely, “That book dates back to the discovery of this site, but the actual performance of the Ritual was uncovered through trial-and-error hundreds of years ago. We Wargs have passed down the correct procedure through the generations,” Scag says. Ag continues, “Even so, it doesn’t work every time. Sometimes it fails to do anything, and there was even a tragic death in the past fifty years.”

Damn, this is serious business.

“Janine, please hold onto this book and make sure this it reaches my wife Gabby’s hands. I realize this text must be of critical historic importance here but, if anyone can make sense of this Ritual, it’s her.” The Hobgoblin Secretary takes it solemnly into her black ring binder.

“Aye, it’s an important piece of tradition for us,” Scag replies. Ag adds, “But if the Lady Mayoress thinks it can be of use, we’ll gladly pass it on. The important thing is that this Site remain undisturbed for future generations.”

*Rumble* *Rumble* *Rumble*

Before my eyes, the wall and part of the floor crumbles to dust, revealing a host of bunnies with shovels. Fully half the Ritual circle falls away into the emergent tunnel. Oh, fuck.

The Wargs all growl, bare their teeth, and flex their sharp claws.

I cough into my fist, “This… might be my fault.”