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One
Dana crept along the edge of the barn as she followed the Rogers brothers. They had left the dorms at midnight, and she figured tailing them would be her best option to see what they were really up to on the school's farm. There had to be a reason they suddenly came into the kind of money they were throwing around, and her bet was on drugs. They had never been what she would have called ideal students.
It made sense, she realized. The Farm Program involved students in not just the mechanics of running many kinds of farms -- produce, wheat, dairy, chicken, beef, pork, wool, you name it -- but also in the business side of those farms as well. That meant lots of outside contact with buyers and inspectors and distributors. And any one of those folks could be the Rogers brothers' connection outside the school.
She would get the truth and break it on her podcast before turning all her information over to Dean Howard. It would be a win-win. The school gets the bad influences out -- and with any luck, they'd go to actual prison -- and she would get recognized as the person who investigated and reported the truth. And that would look extremely golden on her resume when she graduated next year.
"How long you think we can keep doing this?" Joe, the brother she actually knew from classes, asked.
"As long as we have to, I figure," Greg responded.
Then they were too far out for her to make out anything but mumbles in the night air. When they went inside the next barn, she knew she had to be close to the truth at last. They probably were meeting their contact there.
This would be another score for her and her podcast. Thanks to the basic magic she had learned from her grandmother's grimoire it was easier for her than for most. To find out about the test-stealing seniors, she had turned herself into a copy of one of them and had them confess directly to her, not that they ever figured out how she discovered all those details. When she suspected the Science Chair of sleeping with a student, she simply poofed herself into one of the dogs the girl walked and encountered them both during a tryst. Her favorite still, though, was the evening she had spent as the fancy dress for the Chair of the Charity Ball and caught her red-handed taking money from the donations.
It wasn't as if her resume needed more padding, but once she caught the buzz, well, she just couldn't stop. There weres such low risks and such high dividends during her investigations. And using the magic was a rush too.
It wasn't like she was in any real danger. The transformations she had learned from the grimoire contained a built-in protection aura. That addition to the incantation kept her safe from so many things -- being discovered, being hurt, being killed, that sort of thing.
It was all too perfect. As long as the spell was in effect, she wouldn't accidentally change back unless it was safe to do so. Sometimes, that also meant she couldn't trigger the return herself either until the coast was clear or whatever dangerous situation had been resolved. In one moment of genuine terror, that protection had almost gotten her mated by a stray when she was one of the dogs. But luckily, the girl had shooed the wild dog away and preserved her dignity.
Even more so, it protected her from actual damage, like when the jagged edge of a table tried to rip her during her time as a dress. So, that was a nice bonus. It hadn't saved her from a trip to the dry cleaners. But rather than letting her change back in the middle of the process and risk bodily harm, it had kept her safe during it and only let her change back after the delivery back to the Charity Chairwoman's empty house.
Now, that was a trip. She had almost done the transformation again just for the fun of it to try that again. The steam cleaning in particular had gone a long way to helping her relax.
But enough of memory lane. She needed to focus on the task at hand.
She opened the door slowly, waiting for the inevitable squeak from the hinges. Thankfully, it didn't make a single creak. So far, so good.
They were talking to a guy in a blue jumpsuit down at the other end. But the path was long and straight and there was no way not to be seen if she tried to get closer. She smiled. Good thing she knew a spell for that.
She drew the rune in the dirt and whispered the spell quickly. In a moment, she was gone, and in her place was a black and white dairy cow, no different than the others resting in the stalls for the night.
She took a few tentative steps on her four new legs and found it easier than expected, so she kept moving closer down the path between the stalls.
Unfortunately, her arrival interrupted their conversation.
"Where the hell did she come from?" the man in the jumpsuit asked.
"Holy fuck," said Joe. "How'd she get out? One of the freshmen must have forgotten to lock the pens again."
"Assholes," Greg said.
"Hang on, let me put her back in the pen." Joe reached for a collar but was surprised not to find one. "Shit. She tore her fucking collar too, god dammit."
Greg laughed.
Joe grabbed patted her fat cow ass, and she felt like swatting him with her tail, but she reigned in her reaction to stay in character. Don't blow it now. She had faced worse from guys.
"Come on, whoever the hell you are," he said and he guided her back down the path, looking for her open stall. But the only open gates were to the stalls that didn't have a cow assigned. "Weird. Where the hell did you come from?" He leaned over to check her belly. "Yep, definitely a dairy cow, so you have to belong in here. Maybe you're new, and they didn't get your processed today, stupid first-years."
He guided her back from the front to the end where Greg and the other man were waiting. He led her into a stall two away from them. Great. Now she could hear everything without being discovered.
Once she was locked in her stall, Joe returned to the other two.
"You done?" Greg said.
"Yeah. You could have done it."
"I'll do the paperwork, then, loser."
"Can we focus?" asked the other man.
"Sure," the brothers responded together.
The man lifted a case from the ground and laid it on a stool. Dana couldn't see what was inside it, even though she had turned around and was watching them with her wide, brown eyes.
She hadn't, however, taken into account the change in her vision when she transformed. She could see almost everything in her peripheral vision, almost full panoramic, much more than she could as a human -- most likely because her eyes weren't facing forward but instead on the side of her head. Not only that, but she had lost all the blue in her world. Everything seemed to be tinged in orange or yellow. And anything further than a few feet away was blurred.
Luckily she had identified them before she transformed and buggered up her eyesight. And her ears still worked just fine.
The man opened the case. She could tell by the click and the movement, even if she couldn't make out all the details.
"How much longer do we need to get giving them this?" Greg asked.
"They should be ready now. Thanks to you letting us test them on your cows, we finally have the right mix."
"No problem," Greg said. "And thanks to you paying for that privilege, Joe and I can finally live the good life.
"Now, as always," the man said, "be careful not to jab yourself with these. You'll get all kinds of sick. They're made for cows, not people."
"Oh," Joe said. "Don't worry."
"Well, the man said, "let's get started."
"Let's start on the new cow. She'll be a good test case since she hasn't had any of the other shots." Greg was already walking to her pen as she spoke.
"Good idea," said Joe.
All three entered her stall and Joe held her face on each side firmly with his palms. Greg stood at her side to keep her as still as possible. The man in the jumpsuit stood behind him and held the syringe next to her thigh.
She thought of fighting them off, but that might give her away. Besides, the spell would keep her safe. Whatever was in the shot couldn't hurt her while she was a magically protected dairy cow. So, in the end, she closed her eyes and accepted the shot.
It burned going in and felt like a bruise easing through her bloodstream as the medicine flowed along her blood vessels.
She felt woozy.
"All good so far," the man said.
She needed to lie down. Damn, that was strong. With any luck, she'd wake up a few hours later, human again, rested from her nap on the dirt floor of the pen.
True enough, she woke up at the first songs of the birds outside. Sun streamed through the overhead panels, and as she stood up, she felt that the pain in her hip was less now. But she still felt she'd have a bruise and some burning for several days. She put her hands on the wooden wall of her stall and tried to make it to two legs again, but noticed not hands but hooves still at the end of what she expected to be her arms.
She was still a cow.
No problem. Not to worry. She'd just use the counterspell.
Using her hoof, she traced the rune in the dirt, then spoke the words of the incantation.
They all came out as mooing, low and throaty, like any other cow.
"Shit," she thought. "All I can do is moo. I guess I have to wait after all."
But why hadn't she transformed back to normal in the safety of the dark barn? There had been no chance of being seen once the Rogers brothers and their weird friend left. The barn didn't even have cameras installed that would have caught her changing back. So what was it?
Shit, she thought. It must have been the injection. The man had said it wasn't safe for humans, and no doubt it was still coursing through her body. So she needed to remain a cow until it ran its course. Overriding the spell could have been disastrous, she realized. No matter the inconvenience, she was safer as a cow... for now.
About an hour after waking up, two students entered the barn, neither of which she knew. The first was a blonde girl in a pair of shorts and a Dokken t-shirt and black ass-kicker boots. The other was a black girl in jeans and a blue button-up shirt and walking shoes. Both had long hair pulled back into ponytails, and said hello sweetly to each cow as they passed.
"Well, hello you," said the second girl as she passed Dana's stall. "What have we here?" She picked up a clipboard and flipped through some pages on it. "Aha, looks like the boys added you to the group last night," she said. She called out to the blonde. "Hey, Bev, say hello to the new girl." She rifled through the forms again. "Ah, Clover. Say hello to our new resident, Clover."
"Hi there, Clover," the blonde said. "Welcome to the sorority. Phi Beta Cow. I'm sure you'll like it here."
At least the girls were sweet. That, at least, was something. It would make the wait much more pleasant.
Bev turned on some music and bluetoothed it to a speaker on the ceiling halfway up the center path. Eighties dance music. "Okay, ready to party together, girls?"
She laughed.
"Bev, if you don't mind starting on the rest of the cows, I'll get all the initial stuff done for Clover here."
"No problem, Jenn."
Jenn entered Dana's stall and started to stroke her fur along her back and side. That, she had to admit, felt really good.
"I need to get some baselines from you, okay?"
Dana looked back at her and mooed softly as if to say, I'd rather you didn't, but whatever."
The girl took her time and drew bloodwork, then labeled them and put them in a metal box and clasped it closed.
"Okay," she said. "That's the first part. Now, just relax Clover, and as weird as this is, we'll get through it just fine."
Then she walked behind Dana and slipped on a long latex glove.
Oh, no. Oh, hell no.
There was no way she was going to do what Dana figured she had planned.
Dana moved out of the way.
"It's okay, Clover. This doesn't hurt."
Dana didn't care. The last thing she needed was anyone's arm shoved all the way inside her pussy. Cow or not, that simply was not going to happen.
Jenn calmly and patiently walked to a place behind her again.
Dana mooed the angriest moo she could and stamped her hoofs.
"Okay, okay. Why don't we get your collar first?"
Jenn left her in the stall, then clicked the lock closed and went away. The door closed at the end of the barn, leaving her and Bev alone inside. Well, the only two humans anyway. Kind of.
Not that anyone would suspect her of being remotely human at the moment. The spell had taken great care to make sure that, at least physically, she was all cow. The transformations were extensive and complete in that regard. No way even a trained eye would notice anything out of the ordinary unless she drew attention to herself by responding directly to questions or drawing math problems in the dirt with her hooves.
In about ten minutes or so, Jenn returned with a large leather collar. A small bell and a diamond-shaped metal pendant hung from the D-ring in front. "Now, everyone will know who you are, Clover," Jenn said as she fastened the collar around the cow's neck.
"Now," she said, "come with me."
She hooked a leash to the D-ring and tugged Dana out of the stall. Dana followed cautiously, not sure what was next on the program for her processing. Jenn was sweet and kind and guided her to a tiny stall near the door. It was barely wide enough for her to enter and had a low barred ceiling that would keep her from raising up or jumping. At the far end of the new stall was a hole that no doubt her head was supposed to fit through.
It hit her. A cage. One designed to keep her still for more invasive procedures.
Dana had already made it two steps into the restraining cage when she realized its purpose, and she stopped cold, refusing to go any further.
"Bev, I need some help here. Clover's not too keen on her pelvic exam."
"Do you blame her?" Bev asked, her voice coming closer.
There were another few seconds of struggling, and then something that felt like a powerline zapped Dana on her hind leg. She howled and jerked forward.
Another zap and she lurched further into the cage.
One last zap sent her head through the hole and the girls slammed the gate shut behind her.
She was trapped.
She couldn't look to see what they had used, but there was little doubt in her razzled little cow brain that it had been a cattle prod. And from the feeling of it, it must have been ramped up to lightning or power plant level.
She twisted her neck, trying to pull it free but since she couldn't back up or move sideways in the narrow cage, it was no good. She was stuck and she was stuck well. Until that gate behind her was unlocked, she wasn't going anyway, front, back, left, right, up, or down. She was a mainly immobile cow at the mercy of her handlers.
Dana gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut and dreaded the humiliating experience to come.
She didn't have to wait long. There was a soft touch at her fanny, and then her rear lips were spread and Jenn's hand slipped inside her. Rather than just rimming the edge at the opening, the girl pushed even deeper into her vaginal canal. The feeling of being filled up was weird but somehow not painful. Of course not, she realized. Her cow twat was much larger than her human one. And it was common practice to inspect heifers inside and out.
Jenn's hand went deeper, all the way to what had to be the end of her pussy and it squeezed some muscles on her insides. Then it went somehow deeper, through her pussy and into her womb. A single finger rubbed around inside her uterus and then the arm and hand retracted and left her empty again.
There was a slurpy sound as Jenn removed the glove.
"That part always feels gross to me," Bev said.
"Just part of the job," said Jenn. "And speaking of the job, this one is already in estrus."
No way, Dana thought with alarm. According to her calendar in the dorm, she was still weeks away from ovulating. There was no way. Unless... Unless...
Shit.
Unless it was because of the injection the night before. Had the secret experimental medicine been something to trigger a heifer going into heat more rapidly? If so, that would be a boon for dairy farms all over the country and make the manufacturer millions.
But she really didn't care about that at the moment.
The stupid shot had started her cycle.
That meant she could get pregnant.
Unless she found a way to change back soon.
At least before anyone working the farm program decided to have her shack up with one of the bulls. But she wouldn't be any good to them without getting knocked up with a calf. She needed that to trigger lactation. And she needed that to be a productive milker.
Not that Dana planned to stick around that long.
Poor Clover's career shouldn't even have time to begin if the drugs would leave her system soon enough.
She could get away with a day or two being away from campus. After all, it was a weekend, and she had two days until Sunday. Plenty of time.
"Hey, Jenn," Bev said. "While she's held in that cage..."
Jenn said, "Yeah," but neither said out loud what they were actually planning next for the trapped Clover.
The cow found out soon enough when a white-hot heat pressed against the back of her left hind leg.
Fuck, that hurt.
Dana could smell the odor of burning meat in the air. Only, she realized it was her own burning meat. The girls had branded her with the school farm's brand. She was part of the livestock now. She was Clover, just another dairy cow who was part of the agricultural program.
And, thanks to the experimental drugs the Rogers brothers were encouraged to use her and her bovine sisters as lab rats to test, she was apparently totally ready to make little cow babies.
Still, even that should be out of her system by Sunday night or early Monday morning. And then she could release her big story about the illegal testing at the farm.
Totally worth every terrifying and humiliating minute as Clover.
After the branding, Jenn released her from the cage and led her not back to her stall but outside into the field. Several other cows were already there, having been brushed and fed by Bev, and then let loose to enjoy their day as happy cows.
Thankfully, the bulls were kept in a different field, away from the ladies. Good news for her.
And there she remained for the rest of the day until the evening brought two new students, a short boy with bright red hair and a little brunette girl who had once told Dana that she enjoyed her podcast, not that she could remember the girl's name.
The boy and girl led the cows back to their stalls and locked them in for the night, and Dana hoped tonight would be the night she changed back. Surely enough of the drug was out of her system to keep her safe.
After they were secure, Joe and Greg Rogers returned to do their night shift at the farm, and Dana felt her spirits drop after the relaxing afternoon. She had really hoped not to run into them again now that she had all the information on them she needed. After getting that shot the night before, she had enough of the Rogers brothers.
Joe and Greg chatted a bit with the boy and girl, and then Joe asked her out and got shot down cold. Dana would have laughed if her cow larynx could have made the sound.
When they were left alone with the stalled cows, the boys went out to their car and brought in a cooler. They opened it and each popped the top of a bottled beer. They drank a few each and only stopped when one of their phones chimed an alarm.
"Midnight," Joe said.
"Yep," Greg said. "Time to go to work."
Then Greg went out to the car again and came back in with the metal lunch box from the night before. He opened it and pulled out another syringe. He plunged it into a bottle containing a pale blue liquid and filled the tube halfway.
"That look right?" Greg asked.
Joe nodded.
Greg went to the first stall on the side opposite Dana and jabbed the cow with the medicine. The heifer groaned loudly.
Then they jabbed several other cows, but not all of them. Best to keep some as an unmedicated group, if not to hide their work, then to make the results more noticeable. They administered the needle to seven cows in total, and then they filled up the syringe one last time.
"Hello, sweetie," Joe said to Dana as she approached her stall. She mooed angrily and bucked in the pen. "Oh," he said. "Is that how it is tonight? You were much better last night."
Hell no, she thought. No to-fucking-night. She wait long enough to change back and the last thing she needed was another dose of that shit to activate the protection aura and keep her in her cow form for another few days. Hell no. That was not happening.
"Didn't like the little jab last night, huh?" Greg asked, approaching the stall. He held the cattle prod in his hand. "Probably won't like this either then..." He listed the clipboard and read it. "...Clover. Don't expect you'll like this at all."
He entered her pen and raised the prod. She rush him, but he laughed and darted to her side. As he did, he shoved the business end of the device against her front leg and hit her with what felt like bottled lightning.
She turned to rush him again, but he was already at her other side. This time the pain jolted her on the other side, the high leg, high and near her ass. She howled in pain.
Panting against the side, he prodded her one more time, and this time he left it on her poor belly for a full couple of seconds to really teach the disobedient cow a lesson she wouldn't forget.
When he let go and dropped the cattle prod to his side, he said, "Try her now. I bet she'll be a lot more cooperative."
Dana wanted to cry, but Clover's face wouldn't let her.
"Here we go, Clover. Be a good girl so Greg doesn't have to shock you again, okay," Joe said, and Dana stood still and let the asshole poke her full of a second dose of the shit that would lock her in place as Clover for at least two more days.
Fucking A. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Her leg was pounding with fire now, and her arteries burned as well, liquid flames bruising her inside out as the medicine flowed all over her bovine body.
"See, girl," Joe said. "that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Her eyes were already heavy. She'd be out cold again soon, only to wake up later when the morning crew showed up to brush her and let her out into the pasture.
But before they let her drift off, the boys had one more act of humiliation for her. Greg was slipping on one of the long, latex gloves to inspect her.
Too much. Too much. She had already had Jenn's arm up her twat. She sure as hell didn't need Greg Rogers to shove his arm up there too.
But she knew there wasn't a God damn thing she could do to stop him, not as long as she was losing consciousness and the brothers had that fucking cattle prod to convince her to allow it.
She closed her big brown eyes and waited for it.
He didn't disappoint. His armed disappeared quickly inside her pussy and without any of the slow care Jenn had used. Greg was in a hurry and didn't really care what the cow felt. He pinched the muscles at the door to her uterus and she opened up like a whore greeting a customer. Then he was inside her womb and wiggling around. He pulled out a few moments later and rubbed sticky mucous between his fingers and thumb.
"Yep, just one dose, and she's already juiced up. I can't imagine how ready she'll be after this second shot. She'll get pregnant just looking at a bull the way she's going."
"Awesome. You want to call Chester, do you want me to?"
"I'll do it. You pack up the stuff and get it back to the car."
Then Dana was gone, out like a light.
Morning came and she woke to the sound of the barn opening and Jenn and Bev returning for their latest shift. They brushed her out and then she stood still this time while Bev did her vaginal inspection, and gave Jenn the wonderful news that she was ovulating fully.
"We can begin the A.I. this week then. Maybe tomorrow, depending on what Professor Wilshire says when he sees the report."
"I think so," Jenn agreed.
Oh hell no, please no, Dana wanted to say, but only moos would come out.
"That's right, Clover, you're most likely going to be a mommy soon, you lucky cow."
Dana had to find a way around the protection aura. If she couldn't speak, maybe there were runic symbols she could draw. She raced through her memories for healing spells, but none were coming to her fully, just bits and pieces, and if she screwed up Celtic spells, then there was no telling the harm she could do. There was always the possibility of overriding the protection aura but she needed a full moon for that, and that was still a week away.
She might be knocked up with a calf fetus growing inside her by that time and then transforming back wouldn't be an option even with the override. Having a cow baby in a human woman would be a death sentence.
She wracked her brain all morning but came up with nothing that would be expedient. Her best course of action was to hope they didn't try to inseminate her before Wednesday and to also hope the Rogers boys didn't jab her with another dose tonight. Then she would most likely change back all on her own.
Besides she was already in heat. That's what they all wanted. They didn't need her in some kind of "super-heat," did they?
She could only hope the answer was a resounding no.
She had a much less relaxing time in the pasture today as one of the bulls had gotten in and was trying to mount the heifers. She kept her distance, still having her human wits about her enough to see the shadow with horns that kept rising up and staying on the other side of the herd from him.
Even so, she had lost him at one point, only to find him behind her, raring up to attempt to mount her. She reacted quickly and jerked away, leaving him to fall suddenly, and she trotted far away to the corner of the grazing land, where she remained the rest of the day in the hot sun where it was mostly dirt, where the others cows didn't want to spend time and therefore where the bull didn't go. Why waste his time on one heifer when he had access to a larger group who were maybe more willing?
That night, instead of Greg and Joe, two other male students watched the barn, and they thankfully weren't part of the illegal goings-on, so she had a restful night without a booster shot. She did have another inspection, and she figured that as long as she was Clover the Dairy Cow, she might as well get comfortable with the idea of people shoving their arms all the way in her twat.
On Monday morning, after her brushing and yet another vaginal inspection, instead of taking her out to the field for grazing with the other cows, Jenn leashed her and took her through the field to a small barn on the other side. Once inside, she saw another cage like the one she had been in to get her first unwilling fisting.
"Now, I hope you go in without a fight this time, Clover. I'd really hate to have to punish such a pretty cow."
Well, Dana thought, after all, they've done to me know, I can't imagine them doing any worse, and she walked willingly into the cage and Jenn locked it behind her. This time the hole in the front had a metal collar that held her neck in place when locked, and a leather belt was strapped around her belly and cinched against the sides of the cage to keep her body from shifting even a few inches from side to side.
She mooed loudly, wanting to know what the hell was going on, not that she hadn't accepted her fate without complaining.
Jenn said nothing, just took some measurements and another blood sample. Afterward, she left Dana alone, trapped in the cage, and eventually returned with another cow, one of Clover's neighbors in the barn. That one too went into a cage next to her. More measurements and samples. Then Jenn left again and came back with another. Then another. And finally two more until there were five cows in the little barn.
Then she waited in a chair playing on her phone until one of the guys from the farm, the boy who had worked Saturday afternoon, came in with the bull from the day before.
"Here's the teaser," he said. "He should get Clover good and ready for the A.I. tomorrow."
What?! No!! Not now. Not when she was so close to changing back. Just one more day! Please! Just hold off one more fucking day!
"His name is Oscar. Too bad it isn't Crimson. Crimson and Clover would have been funny."
Jenn laughed.
"Okay," the boy said, tugging on Oscar's lead. "You know what to do, boy."
Oscar certainly did. He walked to the bound female cow and raised up. He missed his target once, twice, then a third time, and returned to the floor.
"Take your time, Oscar," Jenn said. "There's no rush. The ladies aren't going anywhere."
Dana recalled something she had read from her textbook during her 101 class on the agricultural department, the class on raising farm animals. To better enable dairy cows to reproduce and stay lactating, farmers would often use a teaser bull to prime the pump as it were. A teaser had his balls cut off and couldn't get any heifer pregnant, but the motion of his mounting and pumping often caused the female cow to be more receptive to the breeding process during artificial insemination. Apparently, the simple act of getting fucked by the male cow would stimulate the female toward a greater likelihood of getting pregnant once the bull sperm was squirted into her uterus to fertilize her egg, even if that sperm had been thawed out from frozen and shot in with a fancy turkey baster.
Getting humped by Oscar was just step one of a process determined to make her a mother.
The bull raised up again and missed. But he got lucky on the next attempt and his giant cock found its way inside the terrified Dana.
No, she thought. Not Dana. Dana would never get fucked by a bull. She was Clover. She would be Clover, only Clover until this abuse was over, was finished. Clover was just a female dairy, exactly the kind of creature to get fucked by a bull. It was just a natural part of Clover's life. But not Dana. It wasn't part of Dana's life at all, so she couldn't be Dana. She had to be Clover.
Dana couldn't deal with it.
Clover could just relax and enjoy the ride.
Her brain dividing, she let Clover go from just a name to an identity, a sort of bestial personality designed to save her from the trauma of getting rutted by a bull. She realized it was probably just another facet of the protection aura, saving her mind in addition to her body, and she let it. She didn't fight it.
And soon Clover was mooing softly as Oscar gave her everything he had. Rather than pumping and jizzing and going flat, he kept up the frantic rutting, his cock filling every inch of the large cow pussy. Clover let herself enjoy the act, knowing it wasn't anything like love. It was pure animal instinct, not even lust really. But it was something important, and Clover knew she needed it to be the best dairy cow she could be. She needed a calf so she could make milk. And she needed Oscar so she could be more likely to nurture a calf inside her.
"I think she likes it," the boy said.
"I hope so. She deserves some happiness," said Jenn. "I mean, poor dairy cows don't get but about five years of life anyway."
"Milk goes bad or something, right? We were just going over that in class."
"Yeah, it's because of all the pregnancies they're forced to carry and the massive productions of milk they have to keep up. Any animal would fall apart after that kind of treatment. It's sad."
"Well, they can still make good hamburgers at that point," the boy said with a laugh.
Clover heard every word, but she chose to ignore them. She would let Dana worry about that later, if and when Dana returned.
Two
The next morning Clover woke exhausted and ravaged, still sore from the bestial rutting she had experienced beneath Oscar's considerable bulk and, well, energy. The poor fellow couldn't become a daddy cow, but that hadn't stopped him from trying with Clover and the other ladies.
If that was yesterday, she couldn't even imagine what today held for her.
Best not to think about it, she realized and waited in the dirt and straw for Jenn and Bev to attend to her when they arrived.
After all, a good brushing would help relieve the ache in her muscles and they might even have something for her raw pussy.
Other than the usual lubricant, they did not.
But that didn't stop them from making another vaginal exam.
"Did it work?" Bev asked.
Jenn nodded. "And did it ever."
"Ah," Bev said, glancing toward Clover's stall. "Congratulations are in order, Miss Clover. It looks like you'll be a mommy cow here soon."
"We won't know anything until after the first few days' A.I.," Jenn corrected her co-worker.
"It's in the bag, Jenn. Especially if she's as fertile as you say she is. Shall I get the kit?"
Jenn nodded. "Sure. We'll do her as soon as we finish checking the rest of them.
In the end, Clover and three of her neighbors remained in the barn while all the others went out to enjoy the pasture.
The girls got the kit open and since they were down at the other end of the barn, Clover couldn't see a thing.
The door opened shortly, and Professor Wilshire entered with Dean Howard.
"Good morning, girls," he said.
"Are you talking to us or to the cows?" Bev asked.
"Can't it be both?" he responded.
"Good news, Dr. Wilshire," Jenn interrupted.
"Jenn, how many times do I have to tell you that Mr. Wilshire is fine? Professor Wilshire if you have to be formal. But Doctor makes me sound like some kind of stuffed shirt."
"It the shoe fits," Dean Howard interjected with a laugh.
"I have to take that from you, but not them," Wilshire said. "Anyway, Jenn, what's the good news?"
"Four of the girls are ready to begin insemination, including the new cow."
"New cow?" Wilshire asked.
"Yeah, Clover here," Jenn said, patting her on the rump. "She's a sweety and she was practically in heat when she arrived. How luck is that?"
"I don't remember any --"
Dean Howard went to the stall and looked at Clover, the new cow in question. Clover took another bite from the feeding trough. She had been injected, experimented on, and fucked. There wasn't any need to be alarmed at meeting the Dean for the first time since Dana had become Clover.
She mooed softly to say hello.
"She's a beautiful animal," the Dean said.
The Dean studied her for several moments. Then she stroked her back, but not petting her, more like trying to get something off her fur, then held her fingers to her nose, the way someone might do when trying to identify a strange spill they suspected was just fruit juice or wine.
"Hmmm." She smiled and then rubbed Clover like a cherished pet. "Nice to meet you finally, Clover."
"Sweet, isn't she?" Jenn asked. "I think she's my favorite one now."
Bev said, "Yeah, she put up a little fight when she arrived Saturday, but after that, she'd been as docile as the proverbial lamb in all the nursery rhymes."
"Saturday?" the Dean asked.
"Yep. She was waiting for us Saturday morning," Bev said. "So she must have arrived Friday night on Joe's and Greg's shift. They even took care of all the paperwork this time without leaving it for me and Jenn like they usually do."
"Oh," the Dean replied.
Somewhere beneath the part of her brain that had become Clover to keep her sane and help her cope, somewhere deep, there was a stirring in the part that still knew it was Dana. Maybe Dean Howard would get to the bottom of it and find out what was going on. Or maybe at least find out that Clover was an extra cow and wasn't supposed to be on the farm.
The Dean turned to Wilshire.
"I'm afraid this is all my fault, Randall," she said. "I still have the invoice and order for this one in my office. I meant to get it down to you on Thursday, but I forgot. She's from the Dairy Farm in Valemont, the research place that gets all the grants. I figured we could learn a good bit from one of theirs."
"Ah," Wilshire said. "That makes sense, but please get that paperwork down here as soon as possible. I want to have all my ducks in a row before we do anything with her."
"Certainly. I'll have someone run it down before noon," the Dean said.
"Carry on, then," Wilshire told Bev and Jenn. "But I'm going to observe. You are getting a grade for all this, remember?"
"Yes, sir," both girls said in unison.
They started with the cow closest to the door, Henrietta, apparently, as they called her throughout the process.
Clover was facing the wrong way to see any of it, and they were too far away for her cow eyesight to see clearly anyway. But she heard all of it.
"Don't forget to take off your jewelry," Jenn said to Bev.
"Already done. I don't wear any up here. Better than taking the risk that I might lose it with all the taking it off and putting it on again."
"Good. Then put on the sleeve and lube it up."
"Thanks," Bev said. "Be gentle. This will be my first time."
Professor Wilshire laughed.
Clover was busy putting the entire business with the Dean out of her mind. There was really no reason to expect any different. Maybe it wasn't anything weird after all. Maybe there had been another cow supposed to arrive and because she was there instead, it had all been a mix-up. Regardless, dwelling on it wouldn't help anything. Just like worrying about yesterday's rutting wouldn't have helped. Clover reminded herself that the best, or at least the safest way to get through this new adventure in her life, was to endure it passively and not let Dana freak out. Clover would handle this part. Let Dana sleep.
"Keep the catheter warm before you put it inside. You wouldn't want a cold piece of metal inside you, and Henrietta wouldn't either. Now, wipe the vulva free of any manure. When that's done, go ahead and put your palpating arm into her rectum."
There were a few moments of quiet. Then Bev said, "Done."
"Okay," Jenn continued. "Now we have to put the catheter in. Go inside her from slightly below, about a 30-degree angle. You can guess it, I mean. It doesn't have to be exact."
"Okay."
"Be careful not to go in Henrietta's pee hole though."
"Urethra," Wilshire corrected.
"Same difference," Jenn said with a laugh.
"Now, once it's in there, don't let it out again. That can contaminate the tube. Keep pushing and watch out for anything that feels like it's getting stuck. If so, back out a bit, and palpate the reproductive tract, before you try again. You don't want to hurt the poor girl."
"Seems okay so far."
"Good. Now, this is the important part. Use your palpating hand, the one in her ass, to massage the cervix. Be careful not to try to go in the fornix vagina. It's really easy to do that, but we need to make it all the way into her cervix. It's okay to take your time. This is the hardest part, Bev."
"I think I've got it."
"If you think you're at the opening to the cervix, then go ahead and use your palpating hand to back the cervix onto the catheter instead of shoving the thing in from your side. There are three or four rings you need to get through, so be careful. You're gonna want about a half inch of the catheter in her uterus before you squirt. When you're confident that you're in place, inject slowly, take a few seconds rather than blowing the whole load."
"Jenn!" Bev exclaimed. "Pervert."
"Guilty," Jenn said.
When they finished, Clover heard them move to the next cow, letting Bev do that one too.
Clover was next in line, and Jenn asked to take care of her.
Jenn's hand was deep inside her ass when the barn door swung open and Joe Rogers' voice echoed through the barn.
"Looks like I'm missing all the fun," he said.
"If having your arm in a cow's ass is your idea of fun," Jenn said.
"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," he said. "Anyway, here's the stuff about the new cow. Dean Howard asked me to bring it down to you."
"Thanks, Joe," Wilshire said.
"That's it, Clover," Jenn said. "Everything's all right. You're fine."
Jenn wiped her ass with a cloth, then there was the sudden pressure of the thin tube being poked inside her pussy. It was nothing compared to Oscar's huge cock, and Clover didn't mind it at all. She barely felt it, at least until it reached the opening of her uterus. Then she felt every bit of pressure as Jenn deftly maneuvered it inside her womb, where, according to Jenn and Bev's earlier excitement, up to ten eager little calf eggs were waiting for daddy's heated-up sperm to bring it to life inside her.
The tube remained perfectly still as she felt the movement of bull cum flow through it. There was a wet, sloppy feeling that was probably more imagined than actually felt as it drained from the end of the catheter into her uterus.
Then the tube withdrew.
It hadn't taken nearly as long as the ones Bev had done. Apparently, Jenn was a pro at impregnating cows like her.
"Good girl," Jenn said. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Then, without another word, the girls moved down to the next cow that needed daddy's special sauce.
Joe stayed and helped, well, according to the girls' fussing at him, mostly watched.
They kept Clover and the other four inseminated cows in the barn for the rest of the day and gave them extra feed and water.
The second shift continued to monitor them.
Clover munched happily on the food, just glad not to be out there where Oscar could get to her. He had her already, so there wouldn't have been much point in avoiding him, but at least by remaining in the barn, that was one less thing for her little cow brain to think about. Eat, rest, drink, eat, let her egg and some donor's sperm create a calf inside her, eat, rest, drink, repeat. Being a cow was easy. She could do this bit on autopilot.
Sleep now, Dana. Clover's got this.
That evening, the brothers returned for their shift. They continued to inject the experimental medicine into several of the other cows, all those that hadn't been inseminated earlier.
Clover was drifting off to sleep when she heard the door open and the Dean's voice greet Joe and Greg.
"I've got feed on the Gator. Go get it," she said after both boys said hello.
The boys went out and the Dean walked directly to Clover's stall.
"Well, hello there, Clover. Did you enjoy your morning? I saw the report from Randall. It all looks good. A few more treatments and you should make a little calf no problem. Hell, you might already be pregnant, since you were injected with the hormones from the lab."
Clover twisted her neck to see Dean Howard's wide, wicked grin.
"Yes, yes. That's right. That's why I didn't want you to pursue this story and why I tried to talk you out of it. You see, this university needs funding, and the lab is more than happy to provide that in exchange for the use of our farm to test new products unofficially. Not all of them are exactly legal or legally procured, so a little under-the-table money pays for things like new gymnasiums and drama centers. You do understand, don't you?"
That was all well and good, Clover thought, but how the hell did Dean Howard recognize her? The magic was supposed to prevent that. Although, now that she thought about it, this fluke of recognition could be a good thing. It could lead to her freedom.
The boys entered, and Dean Howard told them to get the rest and be quick about it. She didn't want to be here all night.
When she and Clover were alone again, Dean Howard continued.
"You're not the only person in the world who knows magic, dear. Yes, yes, I knew the first time I met you. You have that glow about you. Don't worry. Nobody but another magic user, and particularly one who studied how to spot other magic users, could tell. Your secret is safe with me."
The boys came in again and dropped off their loads.
"We're full in here. What do you want us to do with the rest?" Greg asked.
"Put it in the shed by the silo for now. Take the Gator," she said. "I'll watch the cows for you."
"Anyway, Clover, I can read you like a book, well," she said with a laugh. "More like a spell book, right? You have the same aura whether you're a human or a cow. I just needed a bit of sweat to verify it, and I appreciate you letting me take a sample earlier today. Now I just have to figure out what to do with you. I figure you'll drop the story if I help you return to your former life, but that decision may have been taken out of both of our hands."
The Dean stroked her back and Clover mooed softly, enjoying the attention.
"Wow. You really are docile," she said. "I didn't expect that."
More stroking. More gentle lowing under the attention.
Dean Howard laughed out loud. "This is too much. Anyway, as I was saying, as long as you're not already pregnant, I could have you pulled aside and left alone so that you'd eventually change back. That might take a few days, but I'm sure we could figure out some way to explain your absences from classes.
"If I want to, that is. You see, I'm not sure I could trust you to kill the story, particularly not after your treatment here. No one would believe your silly turned-into-a-cow nonsense, but you might just want to get us back by revealing what you've learned about the farm after all."
She kept stroking Clover's back.
Clover didn't want to enjoy the attention, but she couldn't help it. It felt amazing to have her back and sides scratched and caressed. It made her feel warm inside. It was one of the few good things she had experienced in her new life.
"Of course, as I said, if you're pregnant, none of that matters anyway. Until you have that precious little baby, all of this would be moot. The protection aura I see on you will take care of that."
The Dean moved from her back to her head, still scritch-scratching all the places Clover hadn't realized were desperately in need of some human touch.
"Now, if that's the case, then I still have a choice to make. Do we take the calf away nine months from now and wean it like we normally would and then give you the opportunity to change back to the Dana you used to be? Or do we take the calf away and add you to the row of dairy cows and sell your milk? Then we just keep you in a cycle of pregnancy and milking until even your disappearance blows over and no one cares anymore?"
Dean Howard leaned in close and smiled.
"What do you think about that, Clover? Could you be content to be a happy cow, just wrapped up in your life of getting pregnant and getting milked? Could you?"
Clover mooed gently again. It didn't mean anything other than that she loved the head scratches, and she hoped it didn't give the Dean the idea she was agreeing with her idea.
"Ah, that sounds a bit like a yes to me, my dear. I had such high hopes for you. Maybe even the first Pulitzer from our alumni one day. Are you sure?"
Clover said nothing that time.
"Happy, stupid cow," the Dean said.
"Well, I'll sleep on it. I just want you to know where we stood. No sense in deciding anything until we find out about your results anyway."
Before she left, the Dean took a look at the clipboard, smiled, then scribbled a note on the top form. She waited at the table in the make-shift office -- really a chair with a folding table -- for the Rogers brothers to return.
When they did, she thanked them for their hard work, told them to expect more of 'the stuff' on Friday night again, and exited the barn.
When morning came, Clover tried to make sense of the events of the night.
The Dean was in on it. The Dean knew Clover and Dana were one and the same. The Dean didn't necessarily trust her.
Professor Wilshire was a wildcard. It sounded like he wasn't part of the illegal experimentation, but she didn't know that for sure. Most likely, though, even if he was, he had no idea about the relationship between Dana and Clover.
Jenn and Bev were innocent, but they were the ones tasked with all the actions that would resign Clover to her fate. They had her mounted by Oscar. They delivered the insemination.
The Rogers brothers weren't the leaders after all. They were just grunts. Idiots. What the mob would have called muscle. Not brains.
The questions controlling her fate now were these three:
Was she pregnant? That was most important. It affected all the other questions.
Would Dean Howard set her free?
Was Dana willing to kill the story to buy her freedom?
If she was pregnant, would she be set free later?
Or would she be stuck on the farm as a dairy cow and breeder of veal calves?
It all made her silly little cow brain hurt.
Besides the girls were arriving and they were sweet.
She would think about it all later out in the pasture.
Jenn and Bev said hello to all the cows and then checked their notes from the day before. When Jenn got to Clover, she read whatever the Dean had scribbled on the form.
She grinned. "Okay, no problem."
"What?" Bev asked.
"The Dean left instructions for Dr. Wilshire to have Clover inseminated again today and tomorrow."
"Weird. We don't normally do that, do we?"
Jenn shook her head. Even with blurred vision, Clover could see the motion. "Usually it just takes the one time and about half the herd gets pregnant. Even then, those who don't get the teasing bull again before we re-inseminate."
"Oh."
Well, Clover thought. She had her answer. There was no point in worry about it anymore. The Dean was determined to get her pregnant. She wanted Mary to have a little lamb, or in this case, Clover a little calf.
That left only the question of why might happen later. What the Dean just pushing the ultimate decision off until later or was it, indeed, the ultimate decision already decided?
There was no way to tell unless the Dean dropped by for another conversation or she waited to see what would happen after she delivered her first calf.
Jenn did the second A.I. for her. Jenn seemed to have a special feeling toward her, and Clover enjoyed the girl's attention.
She remained in the stall all day again.
That night, she didn't see the Rogers brother, just the professor. He spoke to all the cows and they listened to soft jazz until she fell asleep.
The next day was like the two previous. Awakened. Brushed. Monitored. And inseminated again. Kept in the stall. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Thursday was the day the pattern was broken. Of course, Clover had no idea what day it actually was other than the girls mentioning something about a party on campus on Friday and how they only had one more day to wait.
Today The girls released her into the pasture and let her graze freely with the other cows. Several other cows were kept inside, and Clover assumed it was their turn to be injected with bull semen.
She was just glad to be out of it.
Several nights later, Clover realized she was pregnant. There were no outward signs. The bloodwork the girls were taking wasn't even conclusive. No, Clover knew because she was still Clover. It had been more than a week since she had a dose of the illegal medicine. She had been left alone in her stall at night after the third shift went home around three in the morning. If she were going to transform back into Dana, she would have done it.
That meant only one thing.
It wasn't just Clover anymore. She was Clover and something else.
A growing mass of cells that would eventually become her very own baby cow.
She was committed to at least nine more months at Clover, even if no one else knew it yet.
Dean Howard had gotten her way. The story wasn't going to be revealed any time soon. They would be no new stories on the podcast. There would be no Dana at all.
There would only be Clover.
Three
After three months as Clover, the cow had settled into her new life and gotten used to it. Taken care of, regular tests and check-ups, and then a life of leisure out in the field.
She only got tidbits of info from the students to even learn if there was a search underway for Dana. What little she learned was from the afternoon girl who had been a fan of the podcast. She had mentioned how she hated not having new episodes but that it was okay because she was sure Dana was living the dream, working on a study abroad program in international journalism.
But that was it for the details.
How the Dean had pulled that off, and why Dana's parents would believe it was beyond her ability to comprehend.
The only thing she could even remotely think of was magic, not that Clover had been able to use any of that in months. The spells that Dana had known were all slipping from Clover's memory. Spells didn't factor into her days so they were best easily forgotten.
By five months, no one even spoke of Dana anymore.
At seven months, she was finally starting to get fat in her belly.
At eight, her breasts -- no, she reminded herself -- her udders were always sore.
At nine, she spent more of her time in pain and just wanted to kick the invasive little shit growing in her womb out of her. How did people, well, cows... How did cows even begin to tolerate this pain all the time?
She was moved to a birthing stall and left alone other than being monitored constantly. Jenn came by to check on her, but Bev had finished her class, gotten her grade, and moved the fuck on.
Clover hadn't seen Dean Howard in months. Perhaps the Dean had moved the fuck on as well.
Then, one night, it finally happened. Clover was alone in her stall and her world exploded into pain and fireworks and lightning and a title prize fight inside her pussy.
She shrieked into the night and one of the night girls found her groaning and complaining and hurting while the thing inside her was resisting every push.
The night girl ended up calling Jenn and Professor Wilshire, and it was a good thing they did because the calf was in breach. By the time the night was over, Clover had a healthy, wet baby and felt she had earned a long-needed nap.
When she awoke, the calf was gone. Jenn was doing blood work and checking her vitals.
"It was a beautiful baby boy," the girl said as she rested her hand on the cow's heaving side. "He's either going to get castrated and become a teaser we can sell to another farm or he'll be sold for veal. I wish the school wouldn't do that, but I don't have a say in it. I'm sorry, girl."
Clover lowed with what she assumed was the pain of loss. It was a feeling she hadn't expected.
"It's a good thing you're just a dumb cow, so you can't feel that, though. And the good news is that you'll be up and around in a few days, ready to take your place on the dairy line. We're expecting big things out of you, girl."
The following day, just after Jenn and the new girl arrived, Clover was moved to a milking stall at the opposite end of the barn. Thanks to her pregnancy and hormone treatment, she gushed milk like a fountain. She found after a few days that if left unmilked for any length of time beyond her typical schedule, she was in great pain from the heavy udders. The milking itself, in spite of the humiliation, was a welcome relief for her.
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