To begin, we have the story of a young farmer and how his cows helped him through a hard time in his life. Both before and after the demon lord worked her magic.
The Day They Changed - Holstaurus
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The Day They Changed - Holstaurus
A Story by: Helios Leinheart
In a medieval time, on the outskirts of a village where nobody ever ventured, there lived a young man named Argus. A humble farmer whom had taken over his land since the untimely death of his father. He was a hard and diligent worker, despite leaving behind his childhood early in order to keep his farm in top working order. The life of a farmer was a difficult one. Even more so for one that worked alone.
He had only a short time to grieve over the loss of his father. He forced himself to recover quickly for the sake of the animals. It wouldn't do for him to lay in bed feeling depressed. There were crops to sow and cows to feed.
He was a very level headed and mild mannered man. He wasn't the type to believe in fairy tales and rumors spread by the village. Though he did find it peculiar that on one of his trips to the village to acquire supplies, he was hearing the same thing everywhere he went. Whispers of change. Of monsters and animals being turned into women that sucked the souls from men and captured women to make more of their kind. It was a bizarre concept to be sure. He did his best to purchase his supplies quickly and departed the village before he heard anymore of the nonsense. His father had always taught him to not dwell on fantasy when there was work to be done, and work always needing doing.
And so, just like any other morning, Argus awoke and quickly prepared for the day's work. He looked out of his window and sucked on his tongue in annoyance as the dreary rain that had stayed for a full week greeted him once again. Another day that he would be denied the sun's warmth while working. It was mid October and not the kind of weather that anybody would enjoy working in. He would have to be careful as always to keep from catching pneumonia. A risky disease to have in a time when medicine still consisted of herbs, potions, and crudely performed amputations.
He switched his sight onto the fields and was grateful that the cows had elected to stay in the barn. Maybe he would finally be able to milk them without being splattered with mud by a flailing foot when he accidentally pulled a little too tightly. He cared deeply for his cows, but they could be quite the nuisance sometimes.
After dressing in his warmest attire, it was time to make the trek across the field and to the barn where his cows were waiting eagerly to be milked. Such is the life of a farmer. Animals first, breakfast second.
His boots squelched unpleasantly in the mud as he walked across the field at his quickest pace. When he was halfway to the barn, the sound of aggravated cows rang out in the air. A chorus of moos and moans gave Argus need for worry. If a wolf had made its way into the barn, it was his job to stave it off. He abandoned his steady trot and ran as fast as he could towards the barn, his legs becoming soaked with mud and water.
He lifted the wooden bars that kept the main entrance closed and swung open the door. The cows were still making a racket, but there was no sign of a wolf or any other predator.
“What's wrong ladies?” Argus said concernedly as he retrieved a pitchfork from a nearby haystack and held it at the ready. If only his four cows weren't making such a ruckus, he might have been able to hear the sound of a prowling beast. He didn't miss the sound of a cow being dragged to the ground from the other end of the barn however.
“Hey!” he shouted as he pushed his way past a trio of frightened cattle. He saw Bessy, his best and favorite cow, being set upon by a pair of mud soaked wolves. The poor creature was flailing her legs in a valiant effort to protect herself, but the wolves were too fast to be struck. They were just seconds away from clamping their stained teeth around her neck.
Not taking a moment to think, Argus raised his pitchfork and hurled it at the nearest wolf. His aim held true and pierced through the broad chest of the beast, instantly felling it. Argus expected the other wolf to flee upon seeing its partner killed, but this was just not his lucky day. Before he could have a chance to retrieve his weapon, the second wolf abandoned the distressed cow and charged at Argus. He was quickly knocked to the ground and felt rows of cruelly sharp teeth dig into the flesh of his arm.
A scream of pain emanated from Argus's chest. He raised a fist and tried to beat the wolf off, but it only dug its fangs in further. By all rights, he was already doomed. Even if the wolf didn't take his arm, infection would be sure to set in. He tried desperately to pry the animal's mouth loose as blood pooled on the ground around him.
Suddenly, a large hoof came out of nowhere and bashed the wolf directly in the flank. The sound of a breaking bone preceded the beast's howl of pain after it released Argus's arm. The creature fled the barn as quickly as its broken leg would allow, forsaking its fallen partner.
Argus cursed loudly as he sat up and looked at the damage the wolf had caused. Deep teeth marks were embedded in his flesh and he was bleeding profusely. He looked over at Bessy, the cow who had intervened and saved his arm. She was looking back at him in a strange way. Never before had Argus seen the eyes of a cow seem so expressive. Like she too was grieving Argus's injury.
“Bessy? Are you alright?” Argus said as he held a hand to his arm and crawled to the cow that had been the original target. She too suffered an injury like Argus's, with deep teeth marks in one of her back legs.
“Oh Bessy.” Argus said pityingly as he removed his shirt and ripped it in half. He tied it tightly around the cow's leg and prayed that infection would not set in. The cow gave a heartbreaking moo as he pulled at the knot to ensure it was tightly secure.
“I'm sorry.” said Argus sadly as he used the other half of his shirt to wrap around his own wound. When that too was secured, he used his uninjured arm to stroke Bessy's head comfortingly. The beast licked at Argus's forearm as he did so. He scratched at one of her floppy ears. Something he enjoyed doing whenever he was taking a short break from work.
“Don't worry. Everything will be okay.” he whispered gently. Bessy mooed in a low, soothing tone in response.
“I'll be right back.” said Argus as he stood up to return to his home. It was important that he sterilize their wounds as quickly as possible. There was little that could be done to fight infections in his time period, so preventative measures were key to survival.
He arrived at his humble house and searched rapidly for the herb mix that was meant to stave off infections. When he finally found the earthenware jar that contained the mix, disappointment settled in his chest. There was just a small dab left, which was just barely enough to cover one wound in a thin layer.
Argus sighed and collected a few other things he would need for his night in the barn. He had decided as he was walking back home that he didn't want to leave the cows alone after their ordeal. He needed a day of rest anyway. What better day to do so than the day that he was attacked by a wolf.
He collected food, water, and a thick blanket for the night. He then hurried his way back to the barn and was relieved to see that the wolf hadn't returned. He strode over to Bessy, who appeared to be too injured to stand. He crouched down beside her and took the jar of medicine in his hand.
“This is going to hurt, but it's for your own good.” Argus said comfortingly with a gentle pat on Bessy's neck. He dipped his finger into the jar and scraped out the last bit of clear gel. The poor beast mooed loudly in pain as Argus lifted her bandaging and rubbed the medicine into her wound.
“Shhh.” Argus cooed as he finished applying the medicine. He replaced the bandaging and prayed that it would be enough. He then looked into the small jar and sighed. Not even the tiniest droplet remained in the bottom. He looked into Bessy's face and saw that same look of concern and worry in her eyes.
“Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.” he said, though he wasn't sure why. He chuckled at himself for suddenly believing that these animals could understand him. He then went to work at distributing hay and water for the animals. As he worked, he noticed that he was starting to break out in a cold sweat. His condition became immediately apparent to the cows They started mooing with concern for their master.
“It's okay.” he said as he fed each of the animals individually before patting them on the head, but they wouldn't be fooled. When nausea took root in his stomach, he went back and made sure that the food troughs were filled with as much food as he could stuff into them.
“Hush ladies. I'm just fine.” he said as convincingly as possible while he made sure that the water buckets were filled as high as possible. When his wounded arm began to ache fiercely, he fetched more buckets from the second floor of the barn and filled those as well.
“Everything is fine.” he whispered to himself with a forced smile, trying his best to keep from worrying his beloved animals. As weakness began to set in, he laid down on a haystack next to Bessy and covered himself with the blanket. The low chorus of moos suddenly became more urgent and fearful. Bessy dragged herself closer to Argus and licked the sweat from his face while he lay still.
“I'm just going to take a nap.” he muttered incoherently as he neared the border of consciousness.
“You girls take care of yourselves.” he whispered breathlessly as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. But those weren't the last words to escape his lips. Within some unknown region of his brain, his final thoughts surged outwards in a sentence that he would never remember saying, but that his cows would never forget.
“I love you all.”
***
Burning heat. A swimming mind. The sensation of sinking into a sea of depressing silence. Terrible pain. His very body fiercely rebelling against him. Pushing and pushing. Never letting up. No peace or relaxation. Nothing but unpleasantness, pain, and chaos.
Fever dreams. Bizarre thoughts. Frightening and painful images. The memory of his father teaching him how to properly care for the cows. He suddenly grabs his chest. Heavy breathing. Collapses. The cows are mooing. Panic, then desperation, then despair. Incredible pain. Hot tears. A crushing loneliness sets in.
The memories fade. They give way to something new. Something that was not a memory. The image of a she-demon. Tall and beautiful. Her visage is one of royalty. She winks knowingly and smiles. How dare she. She doesn't care about his pain. He tries to scream, but is too weak. The image fades away again, making way for a long forgotten memory.
The image of his mother laying on her bed. He is still a baby. Unseeing. Unaware of his surroundings. All he sees and feels are his mother's love and warmth. The feel of her soft breasts as he suckles tenderly. This time of unknowing, so happy and peaceful. The only time of his life when he truly had no need to feel sadness. He smiles as he suckles, savoring the warm flavor of her milk. So warm and peaceful. So life-like. He can feel his stomach filling with the love of his mother. It is making him feel better. Like her love is pushing away all the pain and sadness of his life.
“I love you son.” she whispers as she kisses him on the forehead. Her kiss feels real. Incredibly real. No, it really was real...
***
Argus opened his eyes groggily and saw the world through a haze. He had no clue how long he had been unconscious. He felt something smooth and warm resting against his mouth and a sweet flavor dripping from it onto his tongue. He lifted a hand to touch the strange object. As soon as his fingers came into contact with what felt like soft flesh, a gentle moan that sounded more like a moo roused him from his stupor and brought him too attention. He released the strange object and rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. Still groggy, his eyes came into focus and revealed to him what was on his face.
It was a pair of large breasts. Connected to the body of a beautiful, yet strange looking woman.
“What!?” Argus sputtered in shock as he tried to use his arms to push himself back, but wound up putting his hands on the bodies of two other strange women that had been sleeping under the blanket with him. He panicked and tried to get to his feet, but he lost his footing as he felt the arms of another stranger clench around his legs. Somebody who had been startled by his sudden movement must have been sleeping down there as well. With nowhere to go but down, he squirmed his way into the haystack until he was totally buried and hidden.
“What's wrong Argus?” said a kind voice.
He remained inside the haystack, half scared of these strange people that had intruded on his land, and half embarrassed that he had been sleeping with one of their breasts in his mouth. He started to tremble as he heard the hay over-top of him being disturbed. He leaned over and buried his head as low as he could.
“I found you!” said the woman with a laugh after she removed enough hay. When she saw that Argus was clearly frightened, she became concerned and laid her hand on his head. She started to gently stroke his hair, humming peacefully all the while.
“Are you still feeling bad?” she asked tenderly as she continued to stroke his hair. Upon hearing that, Argus calmed down and realized that he was indeed feeling better. He put a hand to his injured arm and didn't feel any pain from underneath the bandage. All of the symptoms of an infection had miraculously left him. Still wary of the strangers, Argus slowly raised up and popped his head out of the hay.
“Hey there.” said the women whom he had been suckling on in his sleep. She had a kind face that seemed incapable of ever appearing hostile. Even if she wanted to. Her chest was completely devoid of any clothing, allowing her plump breasts to sway and quiver with the tiniest movement. Her pink nipples were wet and glistening from Argus's saliva. Her hair was white with black streaks that reminded Argus of a cow's fur. Speaking of cows, the woman's furry, white, and floppy ears also reminded him of the ears on a cow.
Wait, where were his cows?!
He burst from the haystack in a panic and passed by the woman.
“Bessy! Girls! Where are you!?” he called out loudly. What if the wolf had come back with the rest of its pack? What if they had run off while he was unconscious. They wouldn't be able to care for themselves alone.
“Argus, we're right here.” said the woman with surprise. Argus turned around and saw four women laying on the haystack. Now that he had a better vantage point, he could see that they were far from being normal women. They had the lower bodies of cows. Complete with cow print fur, large black hooves, and tails that ended in fluffy paintbrush tips.
“Don't you recognize me?” she asked, appearing slightly hurt by his disbelief. When Argus failed to respond, she pointed down to one of her legs. He followed her finger with his eyes and saw the same tattered shirt that he had used to bind Bessy's wound wrapped tightly around her leg.
“B...Bessy?” Argus said, nearly collapsing at the very notion.
“You saved me. You saved us all.” she said with a smile from the bottom of her heart. She got up from the hay and slowly walked over to Argus. He couldn't move. He couldn't even manage a word to express his confusion and shock.
“If I had known that you were using the last of the medicine on me, I would not have allowed you to approach me. You are so precious to us. I would have gladly given my life to save yours.” said Bessy. She took Argus's hand and raised it to the side of her head, directly over her ear. Argus compulsively moved his fingers to scratch at the delightfully soft fur of her ear. Bessy closed her eyes and smiled in pure delight as Argus scratched more enthusiastically.
“You're precious to me too. You girls are all I have left.” Argus said, remembering the bitter loss of his parents. He had experienced so much pain from his lonesomeness, that he developed a strange relationship with his cows from the instant that he returned to work after his father's death. He cared for them thoroughly and made sure they were always comfortable. He always looked forward to seeing them in the morning. They were his only company. The kind cows that would always be there to listen to him if he was feeling bad. They would always be there to provide a soft touch or a gentle lick to raise his spirits. He deeply cared for them, and they cared for him in turn. More than he ever knew.
Suddenly, Bessy's eyes shot open and her mouth moved forward to meet with Argus's. He was too surprised to object or react in any way. He was initially shocked by her lunge, but he relaxed and closed his eyes once he felt her tongue passionately entwine with his and felt her sweet breath mix with his own. He had never experienced a kiss before. Let alone one that was so loving and tender.
When they finally parted after what seemed like eons, Argus saw Bessy in an entirely new light. His heart was racing. His skin was tingling. His vision was blurred around the edges. He was so relaxed that he almost felt woozy. His face grew hot with a fierce blush as Bessy's hand rested over-top of Argus's pants, warming his incredibly potent erection.
“I'm sorry. I just...I love you so much. We all do.” she said, blushing just as much as Argus as she lightly massaged his crotch.
“When we finally awoke into the forms that would best please you, I took it upon myself to feed you the pure and untainted milk that your love helped me to produce. You suckled on me so gently. Just like a baby. And much to my relief, you started to get better.” Bessy said, her face lighting up as she too was feeling the same urges as Argus.
“But you're not a baby. You're an adult man. One that has experienced the pain of loss too much in his life, and one that has never experienced the warm embrace of a woman. Please, come with me.” she said. She took Argus by the hand and guided him back to the haystack, where his three other cows were waiting with loving smiles on their faces. She gently pushed him down onto the hay, where the three others carried him down to a resting position. Bessy then laid upon Argus, her breasts smooshed firmly against his chest.
“How is this happening?” Argus asked while the three others moved closer, rubbing their breasts up against him.
“Because there has never been a man that cared for his animals so much. Your selfless act was recognized by the one that watches over all monsters. She saw the potential to create a kind and pure race, and you are worthy of becoming its father. We are holstaurus, and we will be with you forever. So let us care for you just as you did for us.” said Bessy just before she slowly moved in to kiss Argus again.
While Argus was busy with Bessy, another holstaurus pulled down his cloth pants and released his painfully hard erection. Argus was startled by the sudden sensation of cold air on his crotch, but moaned with untold pleasure when it was replaced by the sensation of two warm, malleable breasts being slid over his penis.
“Isn't it nice?” Bessy asked as she ground her hips against Argus's stomach. The fur at her groin was growing moist and matted as she became steadily more aroused. The two other cows had taken both of Argus's hands and buried them within their heavenly cleavages. He was experiencing sensory overload as so many strange and wondrous sensations washed over his body. The holstaurus at his crotch had added to the pleasure of her breast massage by taking the head of his penis into her mouth and licking the tip vigorously.
“Bessy, something's happening to me!” said Argus through tightly closed eyes. Indeed, his body was experiencing something that it had never experienced before. The boilings of a fast approaching orgasm. It was both wonderful and terrifying at the same time. He didn't understand what was happening to him.
“It's okay Argus! Let it out for us!” Bessy said encouragingly as she put her arms around his head and buried his face within her breasts. That was enough to send Argus careening over the edge. The holstaurus at his crotch released the head of his penis and rubbed it with her breasts rapidly, urging his first ejaculation to come out. Her breasts were slimy and warm with her saliva. Her skin was perfectly smooth and creamy. His hands were sweaty and hot with the two holstaurus at his sides that had started licking the skin of his arms.
“AHHHH!” he cried out as his first orgasm shot from his cock with massive force. Thick ropes of pearly semen soared high into the air and rained down on the crowd of lovers. Fat gobs of goo pumped through the inside of his penis, sending his brain reeling into another dimension of happiness. It felt so good. It felt delicious. He was in heaven at this very moment.
“Does it feel good?” Bessy asked as she removed Argus's head from her breasts.
He didn't answer with words. He just laughed. He laughed and laughed. He laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke of his life. He was still cumming, and he laughed. Of course this felt good. Nothing could ever feel this good. He laughed until his lungs and cheeks hurt. Bessy joined in. The other holstaurus joined in. In a place where so much bad had happened, there was no more pain or unpleasantness to be witnessed. Only laughter and pleasure.
With his penis finally beginning to calm down, Bessy lowered a hand to Argus's face and looked deep into his eyes. They both calmed down and joined each other in a moment beyond time. Between their eyes was only love.
“My insides are burning. Will you please let me mate with you?” she asked as she urgently rubbed her sopping wet pussy against Argus's stomach. She was in some kind of incredibly potent heat.
“I would never deny you anything Bessy.” Argus said with a smile.
“Nor I you, my love.” Bessy replied as she guided the head of Argus's dick into her boiling pussy. Both Bessy and Argus cried out in ecstasy as the muscles of her vagina squeezed his dick tightly. She started to ride him, fast and hard and perfect. This was nothing like the exquisite breast massage that had given him his first orgasm. He felt like his dick was being stewed within the hot juices of her pussy. The pulsating walls of her vagina was a stirring spoon. Her juices were broth, and his dick was the meat. Within Bessy's body, the finest pleasure in the world was being brewed to perfection. And when it was finally finished, they would feast upon the orgasm to follow.
But there was more. One of the holstaurus had raised one of her breasts up to Argus's mouth and was offering her swollen and dripping nipple. She was full to bursting with milk. She needed relief. Argus accepted it and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking with relish. The little bit that did come out was absolutely delicious. So delicious that he wanted more, but he could only get a light dribble to come forth. No matter how hard he sucked.
The two other holstaurus saw the problem and joined together to remedy the situation. They smiled and put their hands on both sides of her swollen breast. The original moaned her approval as they massaged and kneaded her breast with care. Without warning, a torrent of milk spurted forth and filled Argus's mouth with warm delight. He drank thirstily, cherishing the sweetness and warmth that was washing through his body. More refreshing than a cool drink on a hot day. More delicious than anything he had ever tasted.
“As long as you continue to love us, we will always produce milk for you.” said Bessy as she took her own boobs in her hands and started to massage them. A dribble of milk spouted from her nipples and ran down her body like lotion. Argus ran his hands over Bessy's body while she rode him. He enjoyed the feel of her lubricated skin on his hands. As Bessy continued to massage herself, the dribble of milk turned into a spray that showered Argus and the three other holstaurus with warm milk.
With so many sensations racing through his body, Argus was quickly reaching his final moment once again. The holstaurus pulled her nipple from Argus's mouth and grabbed his head. She smooshed her milk covered breasts against the side of his face, moaning happily at the sweet relief. The other two turned their attention to Bessy and were massaging her breasts for her, causing even more milk to blanket the group. One of them coiled her fluffy tail around the back of Argus's head, giving him the perfect pillow.
“It's time Argus! Fill me with your love! Let me be the mother of your children!” Bessy cried out as every muscle of her pussy contracted, sending Argus over the edge into ecstasy. The head of his dick exploded with another orgasm, filling Bessy to the brim with hot ejaculate.
“Yes! I can feel it! It's so hot!” Bessy sang out in jubilation. The liquid from her breasts became thicker and hotter as the milk from within the deepest part of her was drained through her nipples.
“I love you Bessy. And I love you, and you, and you.” said Argus to each of the beautiful holstaurus individually as his penis expelled the last of its fruit. The earthquake of pleasure in his body began to abate. He had done all he could. He was spent.
“And we love you. Until the end of time, you will feel our love for you every day and every night. That is, if you want us.” said Bessy, a brief moment of uncertainty showing in her eyes.
Argus smiled and sat up. He put his arms around Bessy and held her close, burying his face in her neck. He treasured the sweet smell of her hair. He cherished the feel of her milk covered skin against his. Not for the most beautiful woman or the grandest kingdom or the entire world would he trade his precious cows.
“I want you.” Argus whispered.
And so, Argus and the four holstaurus lived together for the rest of their lives. Which proved to be much longer than that of any human. Argus would never truly understand the role he played in the demon lord's alteration of the world. Just as she had intended, from his relationship came the foundation for the holstaurus race. His wives gave birth to many new holstaurus daughters, whom they raised until they matured and felt ready to find lovers of their own. And so, from Argus's farm, the holstaurus population grew and filled the country with women that only wished to please their husbands and give them true happiness.
The pages of history would forever recognize Argus as the father of the entire holstaurus race.
A Story by: Helios Leinheart
In a medieval time, on the outskirts of a village where nobody ever ventured, there lived a young man named Argus. A humble farmer whom had taken over his land since the untimely death of his father. He was a hard and diligent worker, despite leaving behind his childhood early in order to keep his farm in top working order. The life of a farmer was a difficult one. Even more so for one that worked alone.
He had only a short time to grieve over the loss of his father. He forced himself to recover quickly for the sake of the animals. It wouldn't do for him to lay in bed feeling depressed. There were crops to sow and cows to feed.
He was a very level headed and mild mannered man. He wasn't the type to believe in fairy tales and rumors spread by the village. Though he did find it peculiar that on one of his trips to the village to acquire supplies, he was hearing the same thing everywhere he went. Whispers of change. Of monsters and animals being turned into women that sucked the souls from men and captured women to make more of their kind. It was a bizarre concept to be sure. He did his best to purchase his supplies quickly and departed the village before he heard anymore of the nonsense. His father had always taught him to not dwell on fantasy when there was work to be done, and work always needing doing.
And so, just like any other morning, Argus awoke and quickly prepared for the day's work. He looked out of his window and sucked on his tongue in annoyance as the dreary rain that had stayed for a full week greeted him once again. Another day that he would be denied the sun's warmth while working. It was mid October and not the kind of weather that anybody would enjoy working in. He would have to be careful as always to keep from catching pneumonia. A risky disease to have in a time when medicine still consisted of herbs, potions, and crudely performed amputations.
He switched his sight onto the fields and was grateful that the cows had elected to stay in the barn. Maybe he would finally be able to milk them without being splattered with mud by a flailing foot when he accidentally pulled a little too tightly. He cared deeply for his cows, but they could be quite the nuisance sometimes.
After dressing in his warmest attire, it was time to make the trek across the field and to the barn where his cows were waiting eagerly to be milked. Such is the life of a farmer. Animals first, breakfast second.
His boots squelched unpleasantly in the mud as he walked across the field at his quickest pace. When he was halfway to the barn, the sound of aggravated cows rang out in the air. A chorus of moos and moans gave Argus need for worry. If a wolf had made its way into the barn, it was his job to stave it off. He abandoned his steady trot and ran as fast as he could towards the barn, his legs becoming soaked with mud and water.
He lifted the wooden bars that kept the main entrance closed and swung open the door. The cows were still making a racket, but there was no sign of a wolf or any other predator.
“What's wrong ladies?” Argus said concernedly as he retrieved a pitchfork from a nearby haystack and held it at the ready. If only his four cows weren't making such a ruckus, he might have been able to hear the sound of a prowling beast. He didn't miss the sound of a cow being dragged to the ground from the other end of the barn however.
“Hey!” he shouted as he pushed his way past a trio of frightened cattle. He saw Bessy, his best and favorite cow, being set upon by a pair of mud soaked wolves. The poor creature was flailing her legs in a valiant effort to protect herself, but the wolves were too fast to be struck. They were just seconds away from clamping their stained teeth around her neck.
Not taking a moment to think, Argus raised his pitchfork and hurled it at the nearest wolf. His aim held true and pierced through the broad chest of the beast, instantly felling it. Argus expected the other wolf to flee upon seeing its partner killed, but this was just not his lucky day. Before he could have a chance to retrieve his weapon, the second wolf abandoned the distressed cow and charged at Argus. He was quickly knocked to the ground and felt rows of cruelly sharp teeth dig into the flesh of his arm.
A scream of pain emanated from Argus's chest. He raised a fist and tried to beat the wolf off, but it only dug its fangs in further. By all rights, he was already doomed. Even if the wolf didn't take his arm, infection would be sure to set in. He tried desperately to pry the animal's mouth loose as blood pooled on the ground around him.
Suddenly, a large hoof came out of nowhere and bashed the wolf directly in the flank. The sound of a breaking bone preceded the beast's howl of pain after it released Argus's arm. The creature fled the barn as quickly as its broken leg would allow, forsaking its fallen partner.
Argus cursed loudly as he sat up and looked at the damage the wolf had caused. Deep teeth marks were embedded in his flesh and he was bleeding profusely. He looked over at Bessy, the cow who had intervened and saved his arm. She was looking back at him in a strange way. Never before had Argus seen the eyes of a cow seem so expressive. Like she too was grieving Argus's injury.
“Bessy? Are you alright?” Argus said as he held a hand to his arm and crawled to the cow that had been the original target. She too suffered an injury like Argus's, with deep teeth marks in one of her back legs.
“Oh Bessy.” Argus said pityingly as he removed his shirt and ripped it in half. He tied it tightly around the cow's leg and prayed that infection would not set in. The cow gave a heartbreaking moo as he pulled at the knot to ensure it was tightly secure.
“I'm sorry.” said Argus sadly as he used the other half of his shirt to wrap around his own wound. When that too was secured, he used his uninjured arm to stroke Bessy's head comfortingly. The beast licked at Argus's forearm as he did so. He scratched at one of her floppy ears. Something he enjoyed doing whenever he was taking a short break from work.
“Don't worry. Everything will be okay.” he whispered gently. Bessy mooed in a low, soothing tone in response.
“I'll be right back.” said Argus as he stood up to return to his home. It was important that he sterilize their wounds as quickly as possible. There was little that could be done to fight infections in his time period, so preventative measures were key to survival.
He arrived at his humble house and searched rapidly for the herb mix that was meant to stave off infections. When he finally found the earthenware jar that contained the mix, disappointment settled in his chest. There was just a small dab left, which was just barely enough to cover one wound in a thin layer.
Argus sighed and collected a few other things he would need for his night in the barn. He had decided as he was walking back home that he didn't want to leave the cows alone after their ordeal. He needed a day of rest anyway. What better day to do so than the day that he was attacked by a wolf.
He collected food, water, and a thick blanket for the night. He then hurried his way back to the barn and was relieved to see that the wolf hadn't returned. He strode over to Bessy, who appeared to be too injured to stand. He crouched down beside her and took the jar of medicine in his hand.
“This is going to hurt, but it's for your own good.” Argus said comfortingly with a gentle pat on Bessy's neck. He dipped his finger into the jar and scraped out the last bit of clear gel. The poor beast mooed loudly in pain as Argus lifted her bandaging and rubbed the medicine into her wound.
“Shhh.” Argus cooed as he finished applying the medicine. He replaced the bandaging and prayed that it would be enough. He then looked into the small jar and sighed. Not even the tiniest droplet remained in the bottom. He looked into Bessy's face and saw that same look of concern and worry in her eyes.
“Don't worry about me. I'll be fine.” he said, though he wasn't sure why. He chuckled at himself for suddenly believing that these animals could understand him. He then went to work at distributing hay and water for the animals. As he worked, he noticed that he was starting to break out in a cold sweat. His condition became immediately apparent to the cows They started mooing with concern for their master.
“It's okay.” he said as he fed each of the animals individually before patting them on the head, but they wouldn't be fooled. When nausea took root in his stomach, he went back and made sure that the food troughs were filled with as much food as he could stuff into them.
“Hush ladies. I'm just fine.” he said as convincingly as possible while he made sure that the water buckets were filled as high as possible. When his wounded arm began to ache fiercely, he fetched more buckets from the second floor of the barn and filled those as well.
“Everything is fine.” he whispered to himself with a forced smile, trying his best to keep from worrying his beloved animals. As weakness began to set in, he laid down on a haystack next to Bessy and covered himself with the blanket. The low chorus of moos suddenly became more urgent and fearful. Bessy dragged herself closer to Argus and licked the sweat from his face while he lay still.
“I'm just going to take a nap.” he muttered incoherently as he neared the border of consciousness.
“You girls take care of yourselves.” he whispered breathlessly as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. But those weren't the last words to escape his lips. Within some unknown region of his brain, his final thoughts surged outwards in a sentence that he would never remember saying, but that his cows would never forget.
“I love you all.”
***
Burning heat. A swimming mind. The sensation of sinking into a sea of depressing silence. Terrible pain. His very body fiercely rebelling against him. Pushing and pushing. Never letting up. No peace or relaxation. Nothing but unpleasantness, pain, and chaos.
Fever dreams. Bizarre thoughts. Frightening and painful images. The memory of his father teaching him how to properly care for the cows. He suddenly grabs his chest. Heavy breathing. Collapses. The cows are mooing. Panic, then desperation, then despair. Incredible pain. Hot tears. A crushing loneliness sets in.
The memories fade. They give way to something new. Something that was not a memory. The image of a she-demon. Tall and beautiful. Her visage is one of royalty. She winks knowingly and smiles. How dare she. She doesn't care about his pain. He tries to scream, but is too weak. The image fades away again, making way for a long forgotten memory.
The image of his mother laying on her bed. He is still a baby. Unseeing. Unaware of his surroundings. All he sees and feels are his mother's love and warmth. The feel of her soft breasts as he suckles tenderly. This time of unknowing, so happy and peaceful. The only time of his life when he truly had no need to feel sadness. He smiles as he suckles, savoring the warm flavor of her milk. So warm and peaceful. So life-like. He can feel his stomach filling with the love of his mother. It is making him feel better. Like her love is pushing away all the pain and sadness of his life.
“I love you son.” she whispers as she kisses him on the forehead. Her kiss feels real. Incredibly real. No, it really was real...
***
Argus opened his eyes groggily and saw the world through a haze. He had no clue how long he had been unconscious. He felt something smooth and warm resting against his mouth and a sweet flavor dripping from it onto his tongue. He lifted a hand to touch the strange object. As soon as his fingers came into contact with what felt like soft flesh, a gentle moan that sounded more like a moo roused him from his stupor and brought him too attention. He released the strange object and rubbed his eyes to clear his vision. Still groggy, his eyes came into focus and revealed to him what was on his face.
It was a pair of large breasts. Connected to the body of a beautiful, yet strange looking woman.
“What!?” Argus sputtered in shock as he tried to use his arms to push himself back, but wound up putting his hands on the bodies of two other strange women that had been sleeping under the blanket with him. He panicked and tried to get to his feet, but he lost his footing as he felt the arms of another stranger clench around his legs. Somebody who had been startled by his sudden movement must have been sleeping down there as well. With nowhere to go but down, he squirmed his way into the haystack until he was totally buried and hidden.
“What's wrong Argus?” said a kind voice.
He remained inside the haystack, half scared of these strange people that had intruded on his land, and half embarrassed that he had been sleeping with one of their breasts in his mouth. He started to tremble as he heard the hay over-top of him being disturbed. He leaned over and buried his head as low as he could.
“I found you!” said the woman with a laugh after she removed enough hay. When she saw that Argus was clearly frightened, she became concerned and laid her hand on his head. She started to gently stroke his hair, humming peacefully all the while.
“Are you still feeling bad?” she asked tenderly as she continued to stroke his hair. Upon hearing that, Argus calmed down and realized that he was indeed feeling better. He put a hand to his injured arm and didn't feel any pain from underneath the bandage. All of the symptoms of an infection had miraculously left him. Still wary of the strangers, Argus slowly raised up and popped his head out of the hay.
“Hey there.” said the women whom he had been suckling on in his sleep. She had a kind face that seemed incapable of ever appearing hostile. Even if she wanted to. Her chest was completely devoid of any clothing, allowing her plump breasts to sway and quiver with the tiniest movement. Her pink nipples were wet and glistening from Argus's saliva. Her hair was white with black streaks that reminded Argus of a cow's fur. Speaking of cows, the woman's furry, white, and floppy ears also reminded him of the ears on a cow.
Wait, where were his cows?!
He burst from the haystack in a panic and passed by the woman.
“Bessy! Girls! Where are you!?” he called out loudly. What if the wolf had come back with the rest of its pack? What if they had run off while he was unconscious. They wouldn't be able to care for themselves alone.
“Argus, we're right here.” said the woman with surprise. Argus turned around and saw four women laying on the haystack. Now that he had a better vantage point, he could see that they were far from being normal women. They had the lower bodies of cows. Complete with cow print fur, large black hooves, and tails that ended in fluffy paintbrush tips.
“Don't you recognize me?” she asked, appearing slightly hurt by his disbelief. When Argus failed to respond, she pointed down to one of her legs. He followed her finger with his eyes and saw the same tattered shirt that he had used to bind Bessy's wound wrapped tightly around her leg.
“B...Bessy?” Argus said, nearly collapsing at the very notion.
“You saved me. You saved us all.” she said with a smile from the bottom of her heart. She got up from the hay and slowly walked over to Argus. He couldn't move. He couldn't even manage a word to express his confusion and shock.
“If I had known that you were using the last of the medicine on me, I would not have allowed you to approach me. You are so precious to us. I would have gladly given my life to save yours.” said Bessy. She took Argus's hand and raised it to the side of her head, directly over her ear. Argus compulsively moved his fingers to scratch at the delightfully soft fur of her ear. Bessy closed her eyes and smiled in pure delight as Argus scratched more enthusiastically.
“You're precious to me too. You girls are all I have left.” Argus said, remembering the bitter loss of his parents. He had experienced so much pain from his lonesomeness, that he developed a strange relationship with his cows from the instant that he returned to work after his father's death. He cared for them thoroughly and made sure they were always comfortable. He always looked forward to seeing them in the morning. They were his only company. The kind cows that would always be there to listen to him if he was feeling bad. They would always be there to provide a soft touch or a gentle lick to raise his spirits. He deeply cared for them, and they cared for him in turn. More than he ever knew.
Suddenly, Bessy's eyes shot open and her mouth moved forward to meet with Argus's. He was too surprised to object or react in any way. He was initially shocked by her lunge, but he relaxed and closed his eyes once he felt her tongue passionately entwine with his and felt her sweet breath mix with his own. He had never experienced a kiss before. Let alone one that was so loving and tender.
When they finally parted after what seemed like eons, Argus saw Bessy in an entirely new light. His heart was racing. His skin was tingling. His vision was blurred around the edges. He was so relaxed that he almost felt woozy. His face grew hot with a fierce blush as Bessy's hand rested over-top of Argus's pants, warming his incredibly potent erection.
“I'm sorry. I just...I love you so much. We all do.” she said, blushing just as much as Argus as she lightly massaged his crotch.
“When we finally awoke into the forms that would best please you, I took it upon myself to feed you the pure and untainted milk that your love helped me to produce. You suckled on me so gently. Just like a baby. And much to my relief, you started to get better.” Bessy said, her face lighting up as she too was feeling the same urges as Argus.
“But you're not a baby. You're an adult man. One that has experienced the pain of loss too much in his life, and one that has never experienced the warm embrace of a woman. Please, come with me.” she said. She took Argus by the hand and guided him back to the haystack, where his three other cows were waiting with loving smiles on their faces. She gently pushed him down onto the hay, where the three others carried him down to a resting position. Bessy then laid upon Argus, her breasts smooshed firmly against his chest.
“How is this happening?” Argus asked while the three others moved closer, rubbing their breasts up against him.
“Because there has never been a man that cared for his animals so much. Your selfless act was recognized by the one that watches over all monsters. She saw the potential to create a kind and pure race, and you are worthy of becoming its father. We are holstaurus, and we will be with you forever. So let us care for you just as you did for us.” said Bessy just before she slowly moved in to kiss Argus again.
While Argus was busy with Bessy, another holstaurus pulled down his cloth pants and released his painfully hard erection. Argus was startled by the sudden sensation of cold air on his crotch, but moaned with untold pleasure when it was replaced by the sensation of two warm, malleable breasts being slid over his penis.
“Isn't it nice?” Bessy asked as she ground her hips against Argus's stomach. The fur at her groin was growing moist and matted as she became steadily more aroused. The two other cows had taken both of Argus's hands and buried them within their heavenly cleavages. He was experiencing sensory overload as so many strange and wondrous sensations washed over his body. The holstaurus at his crotch had added to the pleasure of her breast massage by taking the head of his penis into her mouth and licking the tip vigorously.
“Bessy, something's happening to me!” said Argus through tightly closed eyes. Indeed, his body was experiencing something that it had never experienced before. The boilings of a fast approaching orgasm. It was both wonderful and terrifying at the same time. He didn't understand what was happening to him.
“It's okay Argus! Let it out for us!” Bessy said encouragingly as she put her arms around his head and buried his face within her breasts. That was enough to send Argus careening over the edge. The holstaurus at his crotch released the head of his penis and rubbed it with her breasts rapidly, urging his first ejaculation to come out. Her breasts were slimy and warm with her saliva. Her skin was perfectly smooth and creamy. His hands were sweaty and hot with the two holstaurus at his sides that had started licking the skin of his arms.
“AHHHH!” he cried out as his first orgasm shot from his cock with massive force. Thick ropes of pearly semen soared high into the air and rained down on the crowd of lovers. Fat gobs of goo pumped through the inside of his penis, sending his brain reeling into another dimension of happiness. It felt so good. It felt delicious. He was in heaven at this very moment.
“Does it feel good?” Bessy asked as she removed Argus's head from her breasts.
He didn't answer with words. He just laughed. He laughed and laughed. He laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke of his life. He was still cumming, and he laughed. Of course this felt good. Nothing could ever feel this good. He laughed until his lungs and cheeks hurt. Bessy joined in. The other holstaurus joined in. In a place where so much bad had happened, there was no more pain or unpleasantness to be witnessed. Only laughter and pleasure.
With his penis finally beginning to calm down, Bessy lowered a hand to Argus's face and looked deep into his eyes. They both calmed down and joined each other in a moment beyond time. Between their eyes was only love.
“My insides are burning. Will you please let me mate with you?” she asked as she urgently rubbed her sopping wet pussy against Argus's stomach. She was in some kind of incredibly potent heat.
“I would never deny you anything Bessy.” Argus said with a smile.
“Nor I you, my love.” Bessy replied as she guided the head of Argus's dick into her boiling pussy. Both Bessy and Argus cried out in ecstasy as the muscles of her vagina squeezed his dick tightly. She started to ride him, fast and hard and perfect. This was nothing like the exquisite breast massage that had given him his first orgasm. He felt like his dick was being stewed within the hot juices of her pussy. The pulsating walls of her vagina was a stirring spoon. Her juices were broth, and his dick was the meat. Within Bessy's body, the finest pleasure in the world was being brewed to perfection. And when it was finally finished, they would feast upon the orgasm to follow.
But there was more. One of the holstaurus had raised one of her breasts up to Argus's mouth and was offering her swollen and dripping nipple. She was full to bursting with milk. She needed relief. Argus accepted it and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking with relish. The little bit that did come out was absolutely delicious. So delicious that he wanted more, but he could only get a light dribble to come forth. No matter how hard he sucked.
The two other holstaurus saw the problem and joined together to remedy the situation. They smiled and put their hands on both sides of her swollen breast. The original moaned her approval as they massaged and kneaded her breast with care. Without warning, a torrent of milk spurted forth and filled Argus's mouth with warm delight. He drank thirstily, cherishing the sweetness and warmth that was washing through his body. More refreshing than a cool drink on a hot day. More delicious than anything he had ever tasted.
“As long as you continue to love us, we will always produce milk for you.” said Bessy as she took her own boobs in her hands and started to massage them. A dribble of milk spouted from her nipples and ran down her body like lotion. Argus ran his hands over Bessy's body while she rode him. He enjoyed the feel of her lubricated skin on his hands. As Bessy continued to massage herself, the dribble of milk turned into a spray that showered Argus and the three other holstaurus with warm milk.
With so many sensations racing through his body, Argus was quickly reaching his final moment once again. The holstaurus pulled her nipple from Argus's mouth and grabbed his head. She smooshed her milk covered breasts against the side of his face, moaning happily at the sweet relief. The other two turned their attention to Bessy and were massaging her breasts for her, causing even more milk to blanket the group. One of them coiled her fluffy tail around the back of Argus's head, giving him the perfect pillow.
“It's time Argus! Fill me with your love! Let me be the mother of your children!” Bessy cried out as every muscle of her pussy contracted, sending Argus over the edge into ecstasy. The head of his dick exploded with another orgasm, filling Bessy to the brim with hot ejaculate.
“Yes! I can feel it! It's so hot!” Bessy sang out in jubilation. The liquid from her breasts became thicker and hotter as the milk from within the deepest part of her was drained through her nipples.
“I love you Bessy. And I love you, and you, and you.” said Argus to each of the beautiful holstaurus individually as his penis expelled the last of its fruit. The earthquake of pleasure in his body began to abate. He had done all he could. He was spent.
“And we love you. Until the end of time, you will feel our love for you every day and every night. That is, if you want us.” said Bessy, a brief moment of uncertainty showing in her eyes.
Argus smiled and sat up. He put his arms around Bessy and held her close, burying his face in her neck. He treasured the sweet smell of her hair. He cherished the feel of her milk covered skin against his. Not for the most beautiful woman or the grandest kingdom or the entire world would he trade his precious cows.
“I want you.” Argus whispered.
And so, Argus and the four holstaurus lived together for the rest of their lives. Which proved to be much longer than that of any human. Argus would never truly understand the role he played in the demon lord's alteration of the world. Just as she had intended, from his relationship came the foundation for the holstaurus race. His wives gave birth to many new holstaurus daughters, whom they raised until they matured and felt ready to find lovers of their own. And so, from Argus's farm, the holstaurus population grew and filled the country with women that only wished to please their husbands and give them true happiness.
The pages of history would forever recognize Argus as the father of the entire holstaurus race.
