"Master?" Rose said softly, her tears had finally dried up, but she still hadn't released me yet.
"You don't need to call me master, Rose."
"Mas-Kye... Do you still want me?" She tensed in my arms with those last few words.
I for that matter was still a little shocked. If not for the violence inflicted on the dead slaver, then by Rose's physical attributes... She wasn't really human... So what was she? Unfortunately, my hesitation to answer must have meant something as she tried to pull away. instinctually, I pulled her harder against my chest. The idea of her being anywhere other than my arms... Just felt wrong...
"I'm taking you home, Rose. I need to get you somewhere safe."
"Does that mean?-"
"Yes, Rose. I still want you. I'm just a little surprised, that's all."
Rose pulled back to look at me, she had plastered on a determined expression. "I'd never hurt you, master. I promise I'll be a good cow."
Just the way she said it made it almost impossible to keep a straight face, but I managed. "Rose, I'm not worried about you hurting me. I'm just a little surprised at your, physical attributes." I watched as her face dropped slightly, but I cut right back in. "Stop. You're absolutely gorgeous. Just, I didn't see your tail and hooves last night. I was a little surprised."
Rose sprung back out of my arms and did a twirl. "My hooves are usually shinier than this, but it's so dusty and I need a bath. But my tail is still fluffy," she said, as her tail flicked around in front of her. Sure enough, at the end of the narrow appendage, was a black tuft of fur.
It was a little odd. She was a stunning and gorgeous woman. But she was obviously something a little more. And the more I thought about it, it was obvious, she had somehow been spliced with bovine DNA. Her hooves were dark, they attached to a pair of shapely calves. Her calves were partially covered in a layer of white fuzz that stopped short of her knees. From there she looked relatively human. Other than the tail, she was all curves. The only thing that gave her away on the top half, ignoring her amazing chest, was the two small horns that just broke free of her hairline. But knowing modern pop-culture, she could probably walk around in public without people even realising they weren't fake. I'm even pretty sure you can buy fake hooves to wear as high heeled shoes these days.
"Okay. It's going to take about 3 days to walk home from here. Do you know where the... Farm... The place where you were kept is?"
"You... Please don't take me-"
"No!" I cut her off. "I am not ever taking you back to that horrible place. I'm hoping I can save your sisters."
That was obviously the right thing to say because she immediately pulled me into a crushing hug. "Thank you, master. But I don't know where it is. They gave me something that made me sleep and only woke me up to feed me."
"That's okay, Rose. Let's just get home, then I'll see what I can do." I gently pulled away, but not before Rose suddenly darted in and pressed her lips against my own. I held her for a moment, before she pulled back, a guilty look plastered across her face. "Rose, why did you kiss me?"
"M-master... I'm sorry... Don't be mad... I-I-I just... I wanted too so bad. I-I won't do it-"
I cut her off with a kiss. This time I swear she mooed into my mouth. I just kept kissing her. She tasted sweet and smelled just as good as the previous evening. I even felt her tail wrap itself around my leg. This time when we separated, there were tears, sparkling in her eyes.
"I love you, master," she said softly.
And y'know what, "I love you too, Rose. But really, you don't need to call me master."
"I know, but I like calling you master. Because you are my master, and I'd do anything for you... Anything for my master."
"Alright, alright. We'll work on it. First, we need to eat, then I suppose we get going."
About five minutes later, it almost broke my heart when Rose happily ate her MRE. The processed mush in the packet was apparently the best thing she'd ever eaten. I kinda wished she hadn't killed the man... I would have loved to have killed him myself... 10 minutes after that and I'd just rolled up my swag and we were about to leave. That was until Rose stepped between me and my equipment.
"Master, let me carry that," Rose said with a smile.
"No, it's okay. I've got it," I tried to step around her, but she blocked me.
"Master, I'm stronger than you. If I carry it, we can get back sooner."
God damned logic... "Fine... Fine... But if it gets heavy, I'll take it and let you rest. I'm used to carrying it."
With a soft moo, Rose leaned forward and gave me a chaste kiss. Before I could recover, she'd already scooped my bags up and thrown them over her shoulder. It took me another minute to convince her to wear the bag properly. And she grudgingly thanked me for making it easier to carry.
We marched for most of the day. Only stopping to relieve ourselves, preferring to eat and drink while on the move. One thing I had noticed, was Rose's attitude. By the end of the day, she seemed grumpy about something. But every time I offered to carry the bag, I was met with smiles and her denial about being tired. That evening was even worse than the night before. She fell asleep with her chest pressed firmly against me. I tried not to think about it, but she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. That didn't stop them from defying gravity, jutting horizontally from her chest and currently preventing me from looking straight up. Literally, she'd pressed me between them so that I had to turn my head away in order to breathe. It was another painfully erect night sleep for me.
The following morning was much the same as the previous one. Only, we weren't interrogating a man and Rose's smiles weren't as bright today. She also seemed to fidget as we ate breakfast. But my attempts to talk about it were for nought. Soon enough we were on our way. Rose was right about one thing though. We were making great time. I hadn't expected to be home until the following evening at the earliest. But at this pace, we should arrive mid-morning. When I mentioned this, Rose gave me a strained smile and increased her pace.
At least today she spoke to me. She asked questions about where I lived and wanted a general education on life outside the facility she lived in. She had no idea about things like Television or the internet. But she knew about smartphones and general human culture. It was a strange feeling discussing things she did and did not know about modern life. But thankfully, she seemed like a sponge and soaked up anything I told her. I was secretly glad she was actually quite intelligent if a little naive.
That evening was different again. I swore her breasts were even bigger than the previous evenings. But that could just be from pressing so firmly against me. It was obvious that something was very wrong with her. Especially as she whimpered and groaned through the night. She finally settled when I started to rub her horns, earning me a cute, sleepy smile and a moo.
Unfortunately, that didn't last. Before dawn, Rose was awake. She still wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but it was obvious she wanted to get moving right away. We even had breakfast on the march as she practically dragged me in the direction I'd started in. To my great surprise, we finally found civilisation just after 7 am. Being as worried as I was, I switched on my phone for the first time in a week and after ignoring all the missed calls and messages, called for a taxi.
At first, Rose grumbled about not continuing our walk, but when I explained that we were getting transport, she plonked herself on the ground. I took this moment to gently rub her horns. I just wished she would tell me what was wrong with her... It wasn't long before the familiar orange vehicle drove into sight.
"If you get questioned, pretend you're human. If you're found out, we may have trouble," I told Rose.
She just nodded with a small scowl. I wasn't sure if the scowl was for me, or if it was for whatever was bothering her. 15 minutes later, we were walking through the entrance to my apartment building. Rose was shot a few strange looks as we entered the building. It was a Thursday and the usual morning traffic was making their way to work. I on the other hand just wanted to get home. Thankfully, we got an elevator to ourselves. This was a new experience for Rose, and she clung to me in terror as the room we were standing in, suddenly started moving. A few moments later, and I was unlocking the door to my apartment.
I pushed the door open, and ushered Rose inside, before picking up my bags and following her in. Rose still wasn't really talking to me, but I gave her the quick tour. Showing her the lounge, the kitchen, my room and finally the attached bathroom. As I made my way back to the lounge to make coffee, I quickly realised Rose hadn't followed me. Turning back, I found her in the bathroom, looking tense.
"Rose?"
"M-master... Please... I... I need you... Please help me."
I was on her in an instant, pulling her into my arms. "What is it, I'll do whatever it is, you just need to ask."
At this point, I was ready for anything. I'd assumed there was some weird part of her diet that made her feel uncomfortable or something. What I didn't expect, was for Rose to rip what was left of her clothing, clean off her body. She was truly something else... I knew she had some womanly curves, but fuck me swinging... I almost came just staring at her. There was just one detail... One or should I say, four... Little differences. She had two nipples per breast.
