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

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“Our cow partners wanted what was best for Helga. We wanted what was best for Helga. Helga wanted to remain part of the farm, and the farm wanted her. What a perfect situation, and one we were able to step into. Tonight, Helga sheds her cow form and becomes what she was truly meant to be. And in doing so, she will help us build the cement that binds this pack and this farm together. Smash, the chalice please.”

Smash again seemed to appear where he needed to be magically. He produced a golden chalice that he handed to Lyca. The alpha wolf placed it on the altar and pulled out a small drawstring bag of herbs that she poured into the cup.

Lyca peeled off her robe and handed it to Smash, who collected the robes from the rest of us standing around the altar, leaving us nude. Xana, Tori, Alina, and Shawna all stretched out their hands and held them above the cup on the altar. Smash handed a sharp stone bade to Lyca.

“Ready?” she asked. The four standing over the chalice all nodded. Lyca sliced open the palms of each of their hands, letting a flow of blood trickle into the chalice, mixing with the herbs. She didn’t cut deep, so the blood flow slowed pretty quickly. Once the chalice was half full, the four women pulled their hands back and used the blood on their palms to smear diagonal lines across their chests going from top left to bottom right.

Lyca lifted up the chalice and swirled it, mixing the blood and herbs, holding it over her head.

“Beloved ...

... wolves, what do we say to Helga?” the alpha wolf called.

“Join us, Helga. Be one with us. Run naked through the forest in the full of the moon. Be one with the night. Be of service to all humankind. Bring us love and compassion, and we will show you all the same and more. Come to us, beloved.”

“Yes,” Lyca said softly. “Come to us, beloved. Come to us, Helga.”

She placed the chalice on the altar in front of Helga. The girl who would forever be my first cow reached out and picked up the wolf chalice and turned to me.

“I thank you,” she said, leaning over and kissing me on the lips. “I may become a wolf, but you will forever be my bull.”

Then she turned to the crowd.

“I come to you, by brethren,” she called, and gulped down the blood tincture.

The change was sudden and swift. Helga’s features changed, becoming more aquiline and wolflike. Her canines erupted, giving her soft fangs. Her cow features shrank, her breasts became small mounds, her body light and lithe, her hips narrow.

It all happened all at once. Then the Helga I knew was gone, replaced with the Helga that she truly was meant to be. The sadness and the joy in my heart mingled, separated, and meshed. A tear crept down my cheek.

Lyca spoke up.

“Wolves, welcome your new member.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and Helga raised her hand and waved.

When she turned to me again, she beamed. I could tell she was no longer in pain. Both of our cheeks were wet as she hugged me and kissed me ...