Chapter 14
My body trembled with desire and aroused nervousness as my newfound, black and white cow's tail swished in the grasp of Daava. The goblin had undergone her own transformation and now had the hulking body of a minotaur. Sweat glistened down her green skin and trailed between her muscles. Her slight breasts heaved with each panting breath. The massive girlstick swaying beneath her legs dribbled even more precum than before. The dark brown fur on her bovine face was the only soft-seeming part of her in this form. And her eyes ... I thought I could see the real Daava—the reserved, shy goblin I'd known—holding the reins very deep inside. The rest of her, however, was letting her be lost in this form every bit as much as I was lost in this moment.
Daava pulled me back to her gently by the tail. I was glad to find out that my tail did not feel quite as tender as I had anticipated, and this didn't cause discomfort. Once the rest of me was in her reach, I felt her massive hands fall on either shoulder. From there, she pressed me firmly but slowly to the ground, facing away from her.
My body trembled and my own small girlstick rose in excitement. Almost immediately, I felt my pink cloak removed from my body. It was followed by my undershirt, so that I was left topless ... exposed in the woods. I felt the light breeze brush against my back along with her steamy breath that moistened my skin and hair.
"My ... cow," Daava uttered, her voice a bit more guttural. It was then that her dripping girlstick ... or girl-log ... trailed a sticky line—from one shoulder, across my back, and all the way to the opposite shoulder. Her wetness was warm at first, before the forest air cooled it just a bit.
Daava moved to my side and it wasn't long before her member was resting on my cheek—rubbing circles of wetness there until it began to trail down to my chin. All the while, she did not release my tail.
I turned my head so that I was face to girlcock. I then looked up to her as she continued to paint my lips and nose in the way she had my cheeks. She didn't seem to be doing any of this on purpose, though; her stare was directly at my face. As if waiting to see what I would do. The rest was just incidental.
For me, however, there was no question of what came next. I had been caught, captured, subdued, and finally marked by my conqueror. I bowed my head slightly so that her sex rested on the top of my head. Of course, it wasn't long before I felt her wetness there too. I rested my face next to her now-massive balls in a show of my submission.
At this, Daava's body seemed to relax. She had what she wanted now—me. Without pulling her girlcock from its position on my head, she shuffled around so that we were facing one another. She then reached down and gently scooped and handful of hair into each fist. Gently she pulled me into her more.
Ready to oblige, I began to worship her—licking her scrotum. My immediate sense was that it was salty and musky—clean but certainly with the smells of arousal and a fresh bit of exercise from my chase. I continued to lick, savoring the unique flavor and scents of a new lover until I had virtually cleaned it entirely. Much more pre than before was now dripping down my back.
Daava pulled my head back until I was looking up at her, and her down at me. From here, of course, the head of her girlcock rested on my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted her in. Not supremely experienced, nor having quite mastered my gag reflex (especially for something this huge), I focused on variety. I took her uncut head into my mouth and pressed my tongue inside the folds of it. From there, I swirled it around—tasting everything within, along with the steady trickle of pre that occasionally dribbled down the sides of my mouth.
Daava began to pant harder—the steam from her bestial form warming me even as I was down on my knees. Finally, her eyes started to divert from mine as she began to lose herself in the pleasure.
I smiled and pulled back to begin licking the underside of her shaft—all the way from the base to the tip. Once at the top, I would try to take her length into my throat. It didn't go very far, but I thought with a smirk that practice was important for these matters. Then I would pull back, pick another side, lick, swallow, repeat. To help keep my balance I wrapped my hands around the back of her knees. For whatever reason, the slight pressure from her thighs and calves gave me a slight physical sense of security.
Suddenly, Daava in the form of a minotaur bellowed mostly breath with a slight moan. Before I knew what was happening, hot seed spilled from her—onto my face, my breasts, and a little into my mouth. The taste was slightly bitter, but the thrill of the moment and my eagerness to please left me eagerly swallowing the few drips that made their way into me.
As fast as Daava's transformation had happened, it now reversed. She shrunk down until she was just barely taller than me with me kneeling. The patches of dark fur fell away, revealing all green skin once again. Oddly, it was her girlstick that did not seem to change much—proportionally, anyways.
All the time, Daava did not release my tail. She seemed disoriented for just a moment before she looked down at me. At first, she gave me a questioning look—clearly to verify whether I was alright. But when I smiled back, she returned it gently. She patted me on my head and said, "Good little cow."
I let out a playful moo, to which we both let out giggles.
"I'm going to hold onto this a while ... please do your best to keep the form. It's important for our project," Daava said, twirling a finger absently through the tufts of hair in it. The hair in my tail was curly, I realized. Brown ... with streaks of red. It matched the hair on the top of my head exactly. With her other hand, Daava proceeded to gently scratch the top of my head.
I nodded, too exhausted and content to question it.
"I would return the favor ... maybe," Daava said with a wink. "But, as you saw, that would reverse the process. And that's the opposite of what we want."
Again, I just nodded placidly, lost in the comfort of her fingers gently massaging my scalp and parting the hair close to my head. And when Daava sat down on the ground, I followed her motions until I found myself lying down with my head in her lap. I didn't even realize when I started to nod out and fall asleep.
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I woke up with the sun a bit lower in the sky. I supposed it had been a few hours—and Daava was still there sitting over me, still holding my tail. I looked down at it and saw that she was tracing the black spots with her thumb. I thought I saw faint traces of light where she touched. And ... if I wasn't mistaken ... I could swear that I could hear her muttering something.
