Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue - Sex Stories

Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts XII – XVI, Epilogue

... here! This is so exciting!”

Lyca, Xana, and Tory followed. The alpha and beta wolves wore light robes, but Helga wore some additional clothing to support her heavy cow body.

When Helga disengaged we had hugs all around, then Lyca bowed.

“As I am sure Smash has already mentioned, we are super-excited about this.”

“As are we,” I responded, also bowing.

Lyca gave the girls an abbreviated version of the wolf den tour she had given the milk maids and I a few days before. But despite trying to move swiftly, it was a quarter to 7:00 when we returned to the penthouse.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so let me go over a couple of things, then we can get started,” Lyca said.

Smash appeared carrying a bottle of wine and glasses. I gratefully accepted a glass of the pale fluid as we listened to the instructions Lyca gave us.

Smash disappeared and reappeared wheeling a clothing rack with a animal skin mixture of wolf hide robes for the wolves, and cow hide leather robes for the cows and bull. The leather was soft and supple against my skin, sensual and erotic. I noticed Alina and Shawna also enjoying the feel of the leather. It brought a flush to our skin. The wolf hides on the wolves looked vital and animalistic, causing their skin, too, to flush. A basal, brainstem-level energy wafted through all of us. The night was going to be special.

I noticed that Helga had ditched her special supportive clothes, and now wore a cow leather robe over bare skin. Though she ...

... was excited, I knew her enough by now to recognize that, without her special clothes, her cow body was an uncomfortable burden. She was ready to discard in favor of the more lithe wolfen form.

Outside, the sun was setting. I walked over to the window and looked in the direction of our farm. Sure enough, in the distance, against a far hillside, I could make out a spec that was our barn, farmhouse, and the pattern of outbuildings looking like a town in the old west. I could even make out the pool.

I reflected on the insane changes that had happened in the past few weeks. Even if I had been brought into this life hesitantly at first, I would not change today’s life for my life a month ago for anything.

Just enough of the milquetoast Brendan remained to make me an empathetic, compassionate, humane bull. I realized that I didn’t just like my life, I liked who I had become. Brendan the Bull was a person I could love and respect.

Behind me an elevator dinged, and I heard Smash’s mellow voice say “the guests are all assembled”.

We piled into the elevator and hit a button at the very bottom of the stack labeled “DC”. It was below the three basement levels.

My wife boggled when the doors opened, seeing the immense stone cavern before us.

“This is the Den Chapel,” I said to her. “Not to be confused with Forest Chapel, which is where we will finish the ceremony later.”

“Is that natural?” she asked. Lyca nodded. Beyond the glass wall was the immense cavern that had ...