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Many years ago, life for humanity changed forever, as the Red army bore down on Berlin, the Nazis turned to anything and everything to save themselves. They had a witch bought in, and with her demanded sacrifice of 10,000 women she bought forth a great spell to destroy the Nazi's enemies, however a Russian sniper came across the site of the ritual ahead of the main army, and with a bullet to her heart the spell was left incomplete, and the results were horrific. Men across the glove, ally and axis, of all races and creeds fell dead in the streets, and the women, all women, became transformed, changed into strange versions of themselves, and their minds changed too. Women became like animals, those who became like canines and felines went mad at mating season, fucking any man that they came across, and for every son that was born, almost a dozen daughters came forth. But humanity is a strong species, women were put to work as work animals, house pets and livestock, many went into the wilderness like wild animals.
Our story is of a young man in the 21st century, taking care of a herd of almost 600 "cattle" but these "cattle" are in fact women, but with hooves on their feet, cow-like legs, horns and cow ears as well as extremely large breasts that are always producing milk.
Marco had been working on the ranch for the past 5 years of his life, originally from the nearby town which acted more as the trading hub for the surrounding farmland, he liked this life. He would spend entire weeks out with the herd, moving them from one paddock to the next. His life took on a much harder role though when word came in that during a terrible storm a few days ago, the road that the livestock were taken to the city was destroyed in a landslide, leaving him alone to move the herd himself, to muster them all the way to the city on a trip that would take at least 5 days.
On the second night of this long muster, he was settling down for the night, the herd was sandwiched between cliffs on all but one side, and a river on the other side, a river not deep enough for the herd to drown, but deep enough that they won't cross it without being led through it.
He sat at his tent, his fire burning brightly and his small tent standing next to it with his sleeping bag, he sat on a stump by the fire, poking it and cooking his dinner, which was two fish he caught in the lake, looking up he sighed, watching the hundreds of women-like cattle going about their business, most were asleep by this time, bit some were still grazing, and one seemed to be heading his way.
Our story is of a young man in the 21st century, taking care of a herd of almost 600 "cattle" but these "cattle" are in fact women, but with hooves on their feet, cow-like legs, horns and cow ears as well as extremely large breasts that are always producing milk.
Marco had been working on the ranch for the past 5 years of his life, originally from the nearby town which acted more as the trading hub for the surrounding farmland, he liked this life. He would spend entire weeks out with the herd, moving them from one paddock to the next. His life took on a much harder role though when word came in that during a terrible storm a few days ago, the road that the livestock were taken to the city was destroyed in a landslide, leaving him alone to move the herd himself, to muster them all the way to the city on a trip that would take at least 5 days.
On the second night of this long muster, he was settling down for the night, the herd was sandwiched between cliffs on all but one side, and a river on the other side, a river not deep enough for the herd to drown, but deep enough that they won't cross it without being led through it.
He sat at his tent, his fire burning brightly and his small tent standing next to it with his sleeping bag, he sat on a stump by the fire, poking it and cooking his dinner, which was two fish he caught in the lake, looking up he sighed, watching the hundreds of women-like cattle going about their business, most were asleep by this time, bit some were still grazing, and one seemed to be heading his way.