Sailor Moo

It was an unassuming day in the city. The sun shone brightly up in the sky, the birds chirped, and the force of evil sowed chaos around. Thankfully for everyone involved one of the Magia Busters were there to save the day!

In a flash of crimson lights, her transformation chant could be heard:

By the power of Courage and Valour!

My flames evildoers dread!

Evil burns, I strike with fervour,

Blazing bright, I'm Magia Red!

"Star Ribbons Attack!" Magia Red screamed to the top of her lungs, a burst of snow white ribbons erupted from her gloves, catching a henchman and sending the goopy gremlin minion of the weekly villain flying against a group of the other bumbling fools. The fight had been going for less than ten minutes, and most of the villainess' minions lay on the ground, groaning and squirming in place.

Yet the Seamstress remained at ease, her plan still going through the motions even as the red magical girl dispatched all her goons without even breaking a sweat. "Is that the best you got, Princess?" Magia Red asked, one hand on her hips, the other cleaning off some of the goop that stuck to her otherwise impeccable clean uniform.

The villain gave her an unimpressed look as she eyed her up, taking in her whole uniform as she waited for the signal that her plan was working. The Seamstress wore a skintight black corset with crimson laces, cinching her waist and emphasizing every curve. A black, high-cut skirt hid her upper legs, while thigh-high leather boots covered the rest. Long gloves stretched past her elbows, their glossy surface matching the dark choker snug around her throat. A sharp, golden tiara rested atop her wild mane of ink black hair.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" The short-haired magical girl mocked her opponent, not even bothering to look to the side as she hit one of the minions on top of their head with her wand...and there, The Seamstress finally smiled as some of the goop stuck to Magia Red's wand.

"It seems like you have bested me once again," Seamstress shrugged and shook her head from side to side, the redhead barely able to contain her smile. Grabbing the thin, coiled whip that hung from her hip, she snapped it at the floor, making a portal to escape.

Before Magia Red could stop the villain from escaping, the villain got a good look at her impractical costume.

The red-haired girl wore a white and crimson sailor-style dress with high collar with a decorative bow, and a matching short pleated skirt. Her gloves extended up her arms up to her elbows, making the fit girl's arms look even more impressive. Her boots were red, matching the rest of her ensemble, golden tips giving her an extra inch of height.

Framed with a smug, knowing smirk the Seamstress vanished through the portal alongside with her henchmen. "Until we meet again..."

After checking nobody was looking, Magia Red shifted back to her civilian identity, shaking her head with a small sigh: Molly Ulrich, a quite unremarkable 22 years old college girl that fought crime with her friends as magical girls.

But as she picked up her backpack, she didn't notice the small piece of wickedness still stuck to her wand, the corrupting agent slowly working its way through her magic...all according to the Seamstress' plans.

After so many embarrassing defeats after defeats, the villainess concocted a plan to take out the magical girls once and for all. If she couldn't defeat their bodies, then she would defeat their minds. Corrupting their wills to her every whim. All she needed to do was wait...

Molly genuinely thought the bad guys had finally given up, after a whole month without having to transform, she was allowed to be a normal girl for a change of pace. Or so she thought.

"LOCAL VILLAIN TERRORIZES INNOCENT FARMER, MOTIVES UNCLEAR"

The push notification on her phone got her mind out of her classes. "Of course," Molly grumbled under her breath. She was about to contact the rest of her team, but something stopped her. 'Why even bother?' she thought to herself. It was only because of Pink's bleeding heart and pacifism that Seamstress kept getting away in the first place. She could take care of this one just fine on her own.

Molly left her class with one of her usual excuses and sprinted across town to the scene of the mayhem. When she got there, the police stumbled around the perimeter while chasing spooked cows around and generally being useless. Slipping by them and venturing further onto the property, she found the source of the mess. Waiting inside a barn, the villain looked amused outside at her henchmen's work.

"Seamstress!" Molly yelled, revealing herself to the villainess. "No getting out of this one. I'm taking you in, this time!"

Sitting cross-legged on top of a wooden fence, with a smugness so apparent that made Molly's blood boil with anger. "Oh, I would love to see you try," She said while grinning ear to ear.

With a confident grin, Molly pulled out her magical wand and held it aloft, feeling the magic humming inside, how the power wanted to spread through her entire body. Willing her lips to speak the words to release it, she was too slow to realize what she saying:

By the power of a Breeding Cow!

My udders evildoers dread!

To be milked I desire now,

A cow to use, I'm Bovina Red!

Molly's eyes went wide at the unfamiliar incantation but it was too late. A sickly black light streamed out of her wand, winding itself around her body and dissolving her clothes like many times before. But this time when it faded, she was wearing a skin tight cow-printed bodysuit that left her breasts and crotch fully exposed to the cool spring air.

Immediately Bovina Red scrambled to cover herself and flashed the villainess a seething glare. "What the hell did you just do to me!"

For her part, Seamstress could barely contain her giddiness, almost toppling off the fence she was sitting on. "Oh my, what could I have done to such a strooooooong magical girl?" She cooed, playing dumb about being the culprit. Her hands traced the curves of her own suit, the shiny latex corset clinging to her torso like it was painted on. "Do you like the design? It's from my latest collection, you know. Same material as mine. Fits like a dream, doesn't it?"

Even in high-heeled boots, she hopped down from the fence with ease, the muddy ground doing nothing to stop her. As she got closer, her hips swayed with each slow step she took. "Hmmm, I think I forgot a few details." Seamstress twirled her finger in the air, and the latex around the magical girl's body seemingly came alive, shifting and molding itself to the villainess' whims.

First, a shiny and heavy cowbell formed around her neck, even the smallest of clinks would slowly drain away Magia Red's desire to fight. Have you ever seen an aggressive cow? Exactly, and she wouldn't be the first one.

Next a pair of nubby horns sprouted from a headband that sat atop of her head like a cute little crown. But the pièce de résistance, that Seamstress was kicking herself from not adding in from the get-go, was the way the back of the bodysuit suddenly wedged itself between Magia's Red cheeks, who squealed in alarm and arched her back in response. The heroine clawed at her backside, trying as hard as she could to pull the suit out from between her cheeks, but the suit kept on pushing insistently until it forced its way inside her asshole, solidifying into a buttplug that extended out into a swinging cow tail.

"There! Now you're perfect. What do you think, darling?" Seamstress clapped her hands together, delighted with her handiwork, enjoying the clear discomfort and the way her opponent bit her lips to avoid more pathetic sounds to escape her lips.

"Y-you think this is funny?!?!" The words came out thin and shrilly, nothing like her usually confident banter. It was quite hard to do so with a toy forced inside her butt. For the briefest of moments she considered fleeing but even now she thought stuck to her throat. "A cheap trick like this isn't going to stop me! I'm Bovina Red!"

Wait...What?

Bovina Red turned bright pink as soon as she realized what she had said. "I'm Bovina Red! I'm Bo-Bo-vi... I'm MMMmoo...vina, Ugh!" It wasn't just her outfit, Seamstress was messing with the magical girl's head too!

"Funny? I frankly find it hilarious," The Seamstress said as she began to march forward. Her grin grew more amused as she noticed how fear began to surge up and gripped tighter and tighter around the foolish girl's throat. For each step she took forwards, Bovina Red took two back until she finally raised her arms in panic.

"Stay away from me!" She screamed, "Prized Heifer Attack!" Bovina Red cringed at the name of her attack, but almost sighed in relief as she saw her ribbons erupt like she intended. But that relief was short-lived once she noticed their dark colour and how instead of rushing against the villainess, they veered back hungrily and engulfed her instead.

Molly's limbs were pinioned ankle to thigh and wrist to shoulder by the winding strands of practically unbreakable fabric. When they were finished, she tumbled down onto her back, thrashing the air helplessly as the Seamstress advanced on her.

She willed the magic of the suit to vanish, but it no longer obeyed her commands. If anything it just seemed to squeeze her tighter!

With a hearty chuckle the Seamstress squatted down next to the bound girl, tugging her forward by her collar and leaving her facing the ground, making the cowbell ring like crazy, the sound rattling her brain with its subversive chime.

Tied up like this, there was nothing Bovina Red could do to stand up quickly enough before Seamstress sat on her back with more force than necessary. "There we go. Cows aren't supposed to walk, you know? You're supposed to crawl around, silly girl," She teased, one hand petting Molly's head while the other gave her ass a sharp swat.

The pain of the spank left the magical girl's cheek tingling, but that tingling sensation seemingly began to spread further, no helping was the feeling that everything felt a bit tighter now. Not only because the outfit was tightening up, but because her curves were filling up too.

Dumb. Docile. Dairy-Cow.

The intrusive thoughts popped inside her head as soon as the Seamstress pulled from Bovina Red's 'tail,' and began to shove it in and out of her asshole, teasing her by pulling up to the very tip, before shoving the whole thing back in.

Bovina Red squirmed desperately under the villainess, trying to escape with all her strength. But the more she struggled, the more the bell rang until she slumped back to the ground, panting in exhaustion and confusion.

"S-toooooop," she whined. Her entire body feeling so so sensitive, even struggling was distracting. 'How was I beaten this easily,' She thought to herself, 'maybe I am just a stupid dairy cow...'

"NO!" Molly picked herself up on trembling stumps and tried to crawl away, which truly was a fool's errand with the villainess still sitting on her back.

"Oh no no no, you aren't supposed to say that," the Seamstress chastised her, pushing the buttplug as hard as she could inside her asshole. With her hand free again, she began to tease her exposed pussy, running her cold latex gloved hands between her pussy lips, and then tracing lazy circles around her clit.

"The cow goes moo, have you never gone to kindergarten?" The villainess teased Bovina Red, grabbing her face with the hand that wasn't bust teasing her pussy, squeezing her cheeks hard. "Let me help you. Repeat after me: "Mooooo, mooooo," she said smiling while squeezing and releasing Molly's cheeks, making her lips pout up.

"I won't! I'm...mmmm--mmmm--!" Bovina's Red lips caught on the sticky syllable that wanted to escape. She was still resisting with all her might but between the chiming of the bell and the gentle friction of the villainess' hand gliding over her pussy, it was all she could do to keep her train of thoughts from unravelling. But every fabric had its breaking point...

Dumb. Docile. Dairy-Cow.

"Mooooooo." The first, hesitant little noise slipped from her throat in a moment of weakness. Instantly she felt her chest tingling, further scattering her thoughts. Another moo ripped itself from her throat in response, making her swell even further. The cycle continued, round after round until Molly's pert little A-cup breasts had ballooned into pendulous mounds that swung beneath her.

Dumb. Docile. Dairy-Cow.

It wasn't just her udders that grew heavier with each passing second, all of her body, even her mind was starting to round up with soft curves. Her squirming began to feel as sluggish as her thoughts. 'I've gotta...I've gotta--'

Dumb. Docile. Dairy-Cow.

The bell's ringing cut off Bovina Red's thoughts short. She was so frightened and so confused by now that she looked up to Seamstress for help, mooing pitiably. 'She did this to me...so she must know how to undo it.' She thought, unable to form the words. 'Maybe if I'm a good cow she'll let me go?'

It didn't sound right, but it was the best she could come up with under the soporific effects of the suit.

"Such a silly girl," the Seamstress cooed in an extra condescending tone. "Look at you, mooing like a proper little heifer. Bet your udders are sooooo swollen, aren't they? Poor thing." She pushed her fingers inside Molly's pussy, two fingers pushing in and out, feeling how warm she felt against them. "Do you want Mistress to milk you? Hmm? But if I do that, you'll be stuck as my pet forever...though, let's be honest, you don't wanna be a magical girl anymore, do you?"

With a flick of her wrist, she used her powers to form a latex toy inside her cow's wet pussy, stretching her tight little hole, further and further. The villainess' other hand caressed Bovina's Red lips, tracing the outline of her trembling mouth. "Such a good cow," Seamstress purred, leaning in closer. "Maybe I should get you a nice milking machine for those swollen udders of yours. Or would you prefer your Mistress touch and her mouth, hohoho."

Dumb. Docile. Dairy-Cow.

Bovina Red imagined herself bound into a milking stall, unable to do anything but tremble, squirt, and moo for her Mistress' amusement. It was such an intoxicating fantasy that she only barely managed to tear her mind away from it.

Dumb. Docile. Dairy-Cow.

'I can't give in! I'll never be a head of livestock because.. umm... because I'm her favorite pet! And Mistress has to milk me herself!' Bovina Red rooted her stumps in place and thrust out her chest while bellowing indignantly for the villainess' attention. However good it'd feel to just sit there clenching on her toys until they turned her little bovine brain to mush, she was not moving an inch until she got drained!

"Oh my! Did someone forget how to talk?" The Seamstress teased with a chuckle, shoving the toy she had been using on her cow's pussy as far in as she could, leaving it inserted inside her needy cattle pussy. But even without her hand, the latex dildo kept on vibrating, in tandem with the buttplug that came to life inside her asshole.

The dumb cow girl tried to mouth a response but the rough buzzing in her holes dissolved the words into inarticulate grunts. The demands of her body were so much more immediate now, it was hard to escape their pull. Bit by bit though she started to adapt. Thinking through the haze was difficult, but if she slowed her mind and concentrated on one idea at a time it was possible. There was something she had to remember. Something important!

She was so lost in concentration that she didn't even see the villainess' hand coming down. It impacted on her breast with a sharp clap wiping her mind back to a perfect blank canvas. When she returned to something like consciousness, the Seamstress' fingers were squeezing down on her aching teats.

This sensation was different from the toys. Her Mistress' nimble fingers drew the liquid down; stroke by kneading stroke until Bovina's whole world was pressure and anticipation. It built and built, mounting far past anything she ever would have thought possible. Just when she thought she would go mad from the torment it broke and a thin, steady stream of white liquid began to dribble out of her. Her needy cunt clutched around its dildo and began milking it in turn, wetting her thighs with a feeble climax.

Bovina Red's eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out obscenely. Nothing that felt this good could be wrong. If she was still confused it just meant she needed her Mistress' guidance that much more. She looked up and found herself instantly captured in the Seamstress' gaze, staring adoringly back at her. Meanwhile, her owner's fingers flicker over her breasts.

Her every independent thought was being milked out from her udders, left to wet the ground underneath her. A pathetic moo of submission left her lips, as she felt herself rewarded by another orgasm jiggling her ripening flesh.

Once her Mistress removed her perfect hands away from her udders, she finally managed to regain some semblance of control over her body, the dumb and docile dairy-cow that was once known Magia Red looked up to her Owner with pure, unfiltered adoration on her vacant eyes.

She let out a soft, contented moo. Now that language was beyond her capabilities, It was all she could muster to show how grateful she was for her Mistress' guidance, to let her Owner know how truly lucky she felt. After all, without her, she would only be a lost head of cattle, instead of her most prized heifer.