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Ikaruga glanced around as she walked up the farm path. She could see nothing but the cows in their fields, the simple animals mindlessly grazing and paying her no heed as she walked by, but she'd been a shinobi student long enough to know that that was no reason to let her guard down. It was just open grazing pasture all around her, but if one of Hebijo's elite students was nearby, they could still have found a way to hide and ambush her. ...But was there really an evil shinobi around? She'd been ordered to come here after the Hanzo higher-ups had heard Hebijo were planning something at this farm, but what would they be doing out here? This was just an anonymous stretch of countryside, noted for nothing but the quality of its milk-production, after all. ...The third-year shinobi student sighed as she climbed over a fence into one of the fields. Maybe they'd been given bad intel...?

"Oh, hello, Princess," said a familiar voice to her side. "The spoiled rich girl deigned to meet me here after all?"

Ikaruga turned her head in surprise to see Yomi, the second-year Hebijo student standing casually underneath a tree in the middle of the field, curtsying at her with a mocking expression on her face. The Hanzo student gripped the hilt of her sword and gulped. This was clearly a trap. Her rival had lured her out to the middle of nowhere whilst the rest of her class was busy elsewhere. There was no evil shinobi activity for her to stop here. It was clearly a planned battle to the death.

"Yomi!" she shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, waiting for you, of course," said Yomi, politely. "I thought that would be obvious, but then, there's probably not much going on inside that spoiled head of yours, is there? I'm so glad that you came, though. That fake threat really worked!"

"So it was a trap..." said Ikaruga. "Why bring me to this farm? If you wanted to try and kill me you could have attacked at any time."

"Kill you?" said Yomi. "Oh, Princess, that's not what I want. It's true that you don't deserve your life, but I have much better plans for you. That's why we're here. I just needed to pick up some fresh genetic material for this little experiment I asked Haruka to put together for me."

"Experiment...?" said Ikaruga. "Genetic material? What are you talking about?"

"Why don't I just show you?" said Yomi, pulling a vial of bright-pink liquid from her cleavage. "I'm going to strip you of your royalty, Princess, and give you the life you deserve!"

Ikaruga didn't hesitate. She didn't know what the evil shinobi was talking about, or what was in that vial, but she definitely knew that she didn't want to find out. She drew her sword and leapt into the air towards her rival. Whatever the blonde girl was planning, she had to stop her right now. The element of surprise didn't work, however. The other girl simply blocked her attack with a swing of her enormous blade.

"Not a clever move, Princess," said Yomi, smiling sweetly. "Now I don't have to catch you to do this."

Saying that, she gripped the vial and hurled it at the good shinobi. The dark-haired girl slashed at it with her katana, but it was too late. The blade shattered the glass, scattering the liquid inside through the air in a bright-pink explosion, splattering onto Ikaruga's face and, to her horror, Yomi's as well. The light-haired girl opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound she was engulfed, along with her rival, in a blinding, bright-pink flash of light.

...Yomi didn't notice the pink light fading. She had her eyes clenched shut, terrified of what she'd discover when she opened them. She knew what was in that vial. She knew exactly what was supposed to happen when it came into contact with human skin. Haruka had made it for her exactly as she'd asked, after all. All it needed was the fresh DNA of the chosen animal and there had been plenty of that in this dairy farm... Why had that stupid rich girl hacked at the vial like that!? It was only supposed to be her who felt the formula's effects! Now all she could hope was that it hadn't worked. ...It wasn't very likely, of course. Haruka's creations always worked perfectly, but she had to hold onto some hope that it had failed. ...She gulped, not reassured by how large and flat her teeth felt in her distressingly elongated-feeling mouth when her tongue touched them, and opened her eyes, hoping against hope that she'd see Ikaruga standing in front of her, exactly as she had been a moment ago...

...She wasn't. In place of the dark-haired shinobi girl, exactly where she'd just been standing, there was nothing but a cow. A large, bovine animal that stared directly at her in wide-eyed bewilderment. Yomi mooed in despair at the sight, sinking further into despondency when she heard herself moo. The experiment was a success. The liquid had turned her spoiled, rich rival into a simple dairy cow just like she'd planned. She'd thought she'd be overjoyed at the sight. To see the snooty princess reduced into a fat, helpless beast, the silver spoon in her mouth replaced by a cattle's cud. ...But she couldn't take any pleasure in the former-girl's humiliating, bovine predicament, because she'd been splashed by the same formula which had transformed Ikaruga...

The-girl-who-knew-she-was-no-longer-a-girl gulped again and slowly, reluctantly, turned her head around to look at herself. She didn't want to see it, but she knew she had to face it eventually. ...But knowing what had happened didn't make the sight of her new self any easier. She bellowed in despair at the long, stocky, fur-covered form which had replaced her large-breasted former-self, at the four legs she now stood upon, ending not in hands or feet, but hooves, at the tail which now hung lazily from her no-longer-human backside, at the large, swollen udder which dangled heavily between her new back legs. She was a cow. No longer a human being, but a barnyard animal. She'd been transformed just like her rival!

The other girl-turned-cow watched the formerly-human creature in front of her in bemusement. What was going on? Where had Yomi gone and why had this cow appeared? Why did it look so shocked and horrified at the sight of its own body? And... why did it resemble the Hebijo girl? She tried to call out to the other girl, to ask if this was some sort of strange trick and demand she show herself again, but slammed her mouth shut again when all that came out was a long, low moo. She'd just mooed. A sound no different to the one the cow in front of her was producing. Come to think of it, that wasn't the only thing that seemed strange about herself. She'd been so distracted by the strange cattle's sudden appearance that she hadn't noticed it, but why did she seem to be standing on all fours? And why did she feel a strange desire to be milked...? She was used to having big breasts, but feeling like she'd spray milk if her nipples were touched was entirely new. As was the fact that she only seemed to have one, large breast now, not on her chest but dangling from her waist... What had happened to her!?

The cow-which-had-been-Yomi snapped out of her own, horrified examination of her newly-bovine body when she heard some terrified bellowing in front of her. The other-girl-turned-cow had finally realised what had happened to her, looking over her now-four-legged form in shock and horror. Good, thought the new cow. She should be miserable. Look what she's done to me! It was only supposed to be her who was transformed! I was going to take her home and use her as a way to get free milk! Now I'm the one who needs milking! I don't want this! I don't want a tail, or hooves, or an udder! I'm supposed to be a shinobi, not a walking side of beef!

For a moment, both of the transformed-girls were lost in their own, despondent thoughts, simply staring sadly at their own, unwanted new hooves as they contemplated their futures as livestock. The friends they'd never speak to again, the food they'd never eat, the years of shinobi training that was now useless in their big, heavy, cumbersome new animal's bodies. It was the cow-which-had-been-Ikaruaga who eventually broke the silence, turning on the other former-girl and attempting to demand that she reverse the transformation right now. That it was her fault this happened, so she must know how to fix it. ...But she couldn't say any of those things. She was just a cow now and she could only moo like the simple animal she now was. Nor could she understand the unintelligable bellows from the other new cow, futilely trying to yell at her for getting her transformed as well.

It didn't take very long for the moos and bellows to escalate, both girls-turned-cows soon attempting to fight each other like the shinobi rivals they had been. ...But they couldn't fight very well. Both of them were utterly unused to moving on four legs, after all. Rather than the skillful, life-or-death battles they'd fought in the past, both new cows could only stumble towards each other, butting each other feebly with their now-fur-covered heads as they bellowed angrily, furiously blaming each other for the loss of their humanity.

Eventually, the futile battle ended, the formerly-Yomi cow turning away from her also-cattle rival and flicking her new tail in frustration. This was hopeless. She wouldn't gain anything by bumping heads with the other new cow. She needed to find a way to get her old body back! And when she did, she wouldn't be using the former-princess for milk. No, she'd be treating all her classmates to a feast of roast beef instead. ...But what could she do? She knew there wasn't an antidote to this. She'd never asked Haruka to make one. After all, she never thought she'd need one. Her plan was to transform her rival and leave her in her new, bovine body for the rest of her life, so why make something that could turn her back? ...But surely it was possible? If Haruka had made a formula which could turn a girl into a cow, she must be able to make one which could turn a cow into a girl. She needed to find Haruka!

Determinedly, the formerly-human cow turned on her new hooves and made her awkward, wobbling way across the field, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of her straining, milk-filled udder swinging uncomfortably between her back legs as she walked. Eventually, mooing with relief, she reached the gate leading out to the lane. Now she just needed to open it and... Wait. She didn't have hands anymore. She had hooves. There was no way she could operate the latch on the gate! And with such a heavy, ungainly body, she couldn't climb the fence either. The fence had been designed to keep cows from escaping and that was all she was now, after all. Just a simple farm animal, penned into a field to graze... She was trapped! Stuck in the field and in the body of a cow! There was no way she could reach Haruka and, that being the case, there was no way she could reverse her transformation. She'd have to spend the rest of her life as a big, stinky, milk-producing animal!

The formerly-Ikaruga cow watched the other transformed-girl despondently. So, that was it. If the other new cow had a way to turn them back, she'd have just used it instead of trying to get away. They really were both stuck like this. What sort of lives would they have as cattle? She'd grown up in a wealthy family, enjoying all the comforts that came with being the adopted daughter of rich parents. Would she really spend her days eating grass instead of expensive kaiseki, lapping up water from a slobber-filled trough instead of sipping on green tea, sleeping in a cramped, draughty, stinking barn instead of a comfortable bed and dropping hot, steaming cow pats whenever her four stomachs were finished digesting her disgusting meals? She wanted to cry at the thought, but she was a cow now and could do nothing but bellow in despair...

"Oh? I don't recognise you two," said a voice. "Did Mum and Dad buy you recently, or something?"

The two new cows looked up in surprise, seeing a young woman in farm clothes entering the field, a large, metal bucket in one hand, a small wooden stool in the other and a look of confusion on her face. The cow-which-had-been-Yomi couldn't help but moo in despair and frustration as she saw the gate clicking shut behind her. If she hadn't been so caught up in her own misery, she would have noticed this girl walking in and could have escaped when she opened the gate! ...But then, what would she have done if she had escaped? She was a cow now. She couldn't exactly walk through town in this body. She'd just be caught by animal control and sent back to a farm just like this one, if not an abattoir... She'd never reach Hebijo Academy as a cow and, even if she did get to Haruka, what then? She'd just see her as the cow she now was and there was no way she'd be able to explain who she was or what happened when her new, farm animal's throat could only produces moos... She mooed again in despondency as the hopelessness of her situation truly sank in.

"Aww, listen to you both," said the still-human girl. "You sound so distressed. But don't worry, that's what I'm here for. We'll soon get your milk-load lightened! Should we start with you, with the blonde fur-splotches?"

The former-girl mooed in shock, looking at the bucket and stool in the farmgirl's hands with renewed horror. She wanted to milk her! No! She might be a cow now, but she still had her dignity! She wouldn't let some girl squeeze her new teats! If she had to milk something, she should go for the other former-girl's udder! she's the one who deserved this humilation! ...But the non-transformed girl didn't go to the other new cow. Instead, she placed her stool on the ground beside the former-evil shinobi who bellowed in distress and tried to stumble away.

"There, there, it's okay girl," cooed the girl, placing the bucket under the new cow's new udder as she reassuringly patted her now-bovine rump. "I won't hurt you. Trust me, you'll feel better after this!"

The girl-turned-cow bellowed desperately, shaking her newly-elongated head and flicking her new tail frantically as the girl sat down beside her. She couldn't get away in time. She was still unused to walking on hooves and, before she could even attempt to shift her new weight, she felt it, the still-human girl's hands wrapping gently around two of her new, long teats, dangling helplessly from her swollen udder. She mooed again at the indignity of her situation when the girl started to squeeze.

The formerly-human cow's bellows of horror and embarassment turned into low, contented moos of pleasure as the girl's gentle, well-trained hands worked her teats. She couldn't help it, she knew she should horrified and humiliated, but it just felt so good. The soft, yet firm grip of the girl's hands as she slowly, gently tugged her teats, one after the other, floods of warm milk squirting gleefully from her swollen udder with every pull, squeezing them just tightly enough to extract every drop without hurting the transformed-girl. The relief flooded every inch of her now-bovine body with ecstasy as her new udder slowly, gradually depleted, the sloshing, uncomfortable heaviness between her rear legs easing away with every delicate tug as it splashed into the rapidly-filling bucket. The new cow could do nothing but moo in contentment, unable to focus on anything but the squeezing of her udder until, finally, the splashing stopped. It was other. She'd been milked. Her milker let go and patted her flank with a smile.

"There, that felt good, right?" she said, as she hefted the bucket of fresh milk from beneath the former-girl. "And such a lot of milk, as well! Thanks a lot, girl! We're finished here, so feel free to graze whilst I milk your friend. If she gives me as much as you, I'll need to fetch another bucket to catch it all!"

The formerly-Ikaruga cow bellowed in alarm as the girl scooped up her stool and headed towards her, the bucket in her hands sloshing with the other former-girl's milk as she walked. It wasn't just the thought of being milked like the simple cow she now was that frightened her though, it was the other transformed-girl's reaction. She looked so happy whilst her teats were being tugged. Even now, she was still standing there, gently mooing in blissful contentment. What had being milked done to her? Had being treated like a cow caused her to think like one? Was the girl she had been still in there, or had her brain become a bovine mush? She'd already lost her body, the thought of losing her mind was too much to bear! ...But it was too late to escape her milking. The farmgirl already had her hands on her teats and the feeling of relief-filled ecstasy was already flooding the new cow's mind as she squeezed the first drops of milk from her unwanted new udder...

...The former-girls didn't lost their minds. They could think clearly again as soon as the ecstasy of being milked passed. But it didn't help them. They were still cows, after all. Just two heads of cattle in a field of grazing livestock. They didn't lose their minds, but they had permanantly lost their humanity. Days turned into weeks which turned into months and their routine never changed once. Every night they were herded with the rest of the cattle into a large barn where, after a brief crush at the water troughs, they'd sleep uncomfortably on the floor amongst the waste of all the livestock that were now their peers. Then, in the morning, they were herded back out of the barn and into one of the five surrounding fields to graze for the rest of the day. The scenery might have changed a little each time, but their activities did not, the girls-turned-cows able to do nothing but wander idly around their fenced-in field, clumsily eating the unpleasantly stringy grass around them (and the dirt that inevitably got into their mouths with each bite), urinating, defecating and breaking wind with humiliating frequency and chewing the cud for hours on end. The highlight of the day, the only thing which broke up the endless, boring monotony was the visit of the milk maid around the time the sun was highest (the new cows had lost all other ways to tell the time), when for a wonderful, blissful couple of minutes, she'd ease the milk from their swollen udders.

...Except, for the past week, the farmgirl wasn't milking them. Instead, the cow-which-had-been-Ikaruga looked down and mooed contentedly at the young calf suckling at one of her teats, its soft muzzle pressing against her milk-filled udder as it drained its formerly-human mother of milk. Giving birth had been a traumatic experience (with the farmgirl's hand inside her to help pull the calf out), as had been the day she was selected for breeding when, instead of being taken to the grazing field with the other cows, she was taken to a smaller pen with a large, frightening bull. The former-girl shuddered at the memory, but the sight of the calf that day had produced melted her heart again. She missed being human, she missed her friends and family, eating proper food and the excitement of being a shinobi, but she still loved her child. Motherhood was motherhood, even if her baby had been born a different species than she had been. She leaned over and licked the top of her calf's head fondly, not knowing why she did it, only that it felt right.

It also let her steal a glance at the other cow-which-hadn't-always-been-a-cow, suckling her own recently-born calf. The former-girl with the black spots mooed contentedly. Yes, she was sure of it. She definitely had the cuter calf. It's fur was so much shinier and healthier, it stood on its hooves more confidently and it definitely drank less messily from its mother's udder. The other former-girl's baby was eating so sloppily, tugging so hard it must have been hurting the transformed-girl, whilst her own hardly lost a drop of milk.

The formerly-human cow flicked her tail smugly. The two girls-turned-cows had lost a lot. They'd lost their humanity, their old lives and their ability to speak, but they hadn't lost their rivalry. Never forgiving each other for their transformations, they'd made everything in their dull, monotous lives as cattle into a competition, every day there was a struggle between them for the best patches of grass to graze on, the best spaces in the barn for sleeping, to be the first at the water trough. They even competed over being milked, the former-girl who produced the most milk each day mooing triumphantly and feeling smug for the rest of the day. The formely-Yomi cow was slightly larger, so she normally won the daily tussle for grazing patches and for drinks of water, but she wasn't winning this. The formerly-Ikaruga cow was definitely the best mother, there was no doubt about it. She just wished she could still talk so she could brag to the other transfomed-girl about it...

The former-girl with the blonde spots, meanwhile, glanced at the former-human being suckled and flicked her tail triumphantly. She was definitely the best mother! The other transformed-girl's calf looked like a runt compared to hers! Her precious infant was so much bigger and heavier and much more playful and energetic as well; always bouncing and stumbling through the field with its adorably unsteady gait whilst the other shinobi-turned-cow's baby just timidly follows its mum everywhere she went. Even the way her non-human child playfully tugged at her udder as it fed was cute (even if it did hurt her a litttle...). Yes, she'd definitely given birth to the superior bovine offspring. It must be because of all the extra nutrition she was getting as a cow. She didn't have to worry about money anymore, so she could gorge herself on fresh grass all day long! She still craved the taste of beansprouts, but the constant feeding had made her a strong, healthy cow, so it only made sense that her calf was stronger than the snooty former-princess'. The former-Hebijo student glanced back at her also-bovine rival and mooed in a way she hoped sounded mocking, wishing that she could still talk so she could properly brag to other transformed-girl...

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Ikaruga glanced around as she walked up the farm path. She could see nothing but the cows in their fields, the simple animals mindlessly grazing and paying her no heed as she walked by, but she'd been a shinobi student long enough to know that that was no reason to let her guard down. It was just open grazing pasture all around her, but if one of Hebijo's elite students was nearby, they could still have found a way to hide and ambush her. ...But was there really an evil shinobi around? She'd been ordered to come here after the Hanzo higher-ups had heard Hebijo were planning something at this farm, but what would they be doing out here? This was just an anonymous stretch of countryside, noted for nothing but the quality of its milk-production, after all. ...The third-year shinobi student sighed as she climbed over a fence into one of the fields. Maybe they'd been given bad intel...?

"Oh, hello, Princess," said a familiar voice to her side. "The spoiled rich girl deigned to meet me here after all?"

Ikaruga turned her head in surprise to see Yomi, the second-year Hebijo student standing casually underneath a tree in the middle of the field, curtsying at her with a mocking expression on her face. The Hanzo student gripped the hilt of her sword and gulped. This was clearly a trap. Her rival had lured her out to the middle of nowhere whilst the rest of her class was busy elsewhere. There was no evil shinobi activity for her to stop here. It was clearly a planned battle to the death.

"Yomi!" she shouted. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, waiting for you, of course," said Yomi, politely. "I thought that would be obvious, but then, there's probably not much going on inside that spoiled head of yours, is there? I'm so glad that you came, though. That fake threat really worked!"

"So it was a trap..." said Ikaruga. "Why bring me to this farm? If you wanted to try and kill me you could have attacked at any time."

"Kill you?" said Yomi. "Oh, Princess, that's not what I want. It's true that you don't deserve your life, but I have much better plans for you. That's why we're here. I just needed to pick up some fresh genetic material for this little experiment I asked Haruka to put together for me."

"Experiment...?" said Ikaruga. "Genetic material? What are you talking about?"

"Why don't I just show you?" said Yomi, pulling a vial of bright-pink liquid from her cleavage. "I'm going to strip you of your royalty, Princess, and give you the life you deserve!"

Ikaruga didn't hesitate. She didn't know what the evil shinobi was talking about, or what was in that vial, but she definitely knew that she didn't want to find out. She drew her sword and leapt into the air towards her rival. Whatever the blonde girl was planning, she had to stop her right now. The element of surprise didn't work, however. The other girl simply blocked her attack with a swing of her enormous blade.

"Not a clever move, Princess," said Yomi, smiling sweetly. "Now I don't have to catch you to do this."

Saying that, she gripped the vial and hurled it at the good shinobi. The dark-haired girl slashed at it with her katana, but it was too late. The blade shattered the glass, scattering the liquid inside through the air in a bright-pink explosion, splattering onto Ikaruga's face and, to her horror, Yomi's as well. The light-haired girl opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound she was engulfed, along with her rival, in a blinding, bright-pink flash of light.

...Yomi didn't notice the pink light fading. She had her eyes clenched shut, terrified of what she'd discover when she opened them. She knew what was in that vial. She knew exactly what was supposed to happen when it came into contact with human skin. Haruka had made it for her exactly as she'd asked, after all. All it needed was the fresh DNA of the chosen animal and there had been plenty of that in this dairy farm... Why had that stupid rich girl hacked at the vial like that!? It was only supposed to be her who felt the formula's effects! Now all she could hope was that it hadn't worked. ...It wasn't very likely, of course. Haruka's creations always worked perfectly, but she had to hold onto some hope that it had failed. ...She gulped, not reassured by how large and flat her teeth felt in her distressingly elongated-feeling mouth when her tongue touched them, and opened her eyes, hoping against hope that she'd see Ikaruga standing in front of her, exactly as she had been a moment ago...

...She wasn't. In place of the dark-haired shinobi girl, exactly where she'd just been standing, there was nothing but a cow. A large, bovine animal that stared directly at her in wide-eyed bewilderment. Yomi mooed in despair at the sight, sinking further into despondency when she heard herself moo. The experiment was a success. The liquid had turned her spoiled, rich rival into a simple dairy cow just like she'd planned. She'd thought she'd be overjoyed at the sight. To see the snooty princess reduced into a fat, helpless beast, the silver spoon in her mouth replaced by a cattle's cud. ...But she couldn't take any pleasure in the former-girl's humiliating, bovine predicament, because she'd been splashed by the same formula which had transformed Ikaruga...

The-girl-who-knew-she-was-no-longer-a-girl gulped again and slowly, reluctantly, turned her head around to look at herself. She didn't want to see it, but she knew she had to face it eventually. ...But knowing what had happened didn't make the sight of her new self any easier. She bellowed in despair at the long, stocky, fur-covered form which had replaced her large-breasted former-self, at the four legs she now stood upon, ending not in hands or feet, but hooves, at the tail which now hung lazily from her no-longer-human backside, at the large, swollen udder which dangled heavily between her new back legs. She was a cow. No longer a human being, but a barnyard animal. She'd been transformed just like her rival!

The other girl-turned-cow watched the formerly-human creature in front of her in bemusement. What was going on? Where had Yomi gone and why had this cow appeared? Why did it look so shocked and horrified at the sight of its own body? And... why did it resemble the Hebijo girl? She tried to call out to the other girl, to ask if this was some sort of strange trick and demand she show herself again, but slammed her mouth shut again when all that came out was a long, low moo. She'd just mooed. A sound no different to the one the cow in front of her was producing. Come to think of it, that wasn't the only thing that seemed strange about herself. She'd been so distracted by the strange cattle's sudden appearance that she hadn't noticed it, but why did she seem to be standing on all fours? And why did she feel a strange desire to be milked...? She was used to having big breasts, but feeling like she'd spray milk if her nipples were touched was entirely new. As was the fact that she only seemed to have one, large breast now, not on her chest but dangling from her waist... What had happened to her!?

The cow-which-had-been-Yomi snapped out of her own, horrified examination of her newly-bovine body when she heard some terrified bellowing in front of her. The other-girl-turned-cow had finally realised what had happened to her, looking over her now-four-legged form in shock and horror. Good, thought the new cow. She should be miserable. Look what she's done to me! It was only supposed to be her who was transformed! I was going to take her home and use her as a way to get free milk! Now I'm the one who needs milking! I don't want this! I don't want a tail, or hooves, or an udder! I'm supposed to be a shinobi, not a walking side of beef!

For a moment, both of the transformed-girls were lost in their own, despondent thoughts, simply staring sadly at their own, unwanted new hooves as they contemplated their futures as livestock. The friends they'd never speak to again, the food they'd never eat, the years of shinobi training that was now useless in their big, heavy, cumbersome new animal's bodies. It was the cow-which-had-been-Ikaruaga who eventually broke the silence, turning on the other former-girl and attempting to demand that she reverse the transformation right now. That it was her fault this happened, so she must know how to fix it. ...But she couldn't say any of those things. She was just a cow now and she could only moo like the simple animal she now was. Nor could she understand the unintelligable bellows from the other new cow, futilely trying to yell at her for getting her transformed as well.

It didn't take very long for the moos and bellows to escalate, both girls-turned-cows soon attempting to fight each other like the shinobi rivals they had been. ...But they couldn't fight very well. Both of them were utterly unused to moving on four legs, after all. Rather than the skillful, life-or-death battles they'd fought in the past, both new cows could only stumble towards each other, butting each other feebly with their now-fur-covered heads as they bellowed angrily, furiously blaming each other for the loss of their humanity.

Eventually, the futile battle ended, the formerly-Yomi cow turning away from her also-cattle rival and flicking her new tail in frustration. This was hopeless. She wouldn't gain anything by bumping heads with the other new cow. She needed to find a way to get her old body back! And when she did, she wouldn't be using the former-princess for milk. No, she'd be treating all her classmates to a feast of roast beef instead. ...But what could she do? She knew there wasn't an antidote to this. She'd never asked Haruka to make one. After all, she never thought she'd need one. Her plan was to transform her rival and leave her in her new, bovine body for the rest of her life, so why make something that could turn her back? ...But surely it was possible? If Haruka had made a formula which could turn a girl into a cow, she must be able to make one which could turn a cow into a girl. She needed to find Haruka!

Determinedly, the formerly-human cow turned on her new hooves and made her awkward, wobbling way across the field, trying desperately to ignore the feeling of her straining, milk-filled udder swinging uncomfortably between her back legs as she walked. Eventually, mooing with relief, she reached the gate leading out to the lane. Now she just needed to open it and... Wait. She didn't have hands anymore. She had hooves. There was no way she could operate the latch on the gate! And with such a heavy, ungainly body, she couldn't climb the fence either. The fence had been designed to keep cows from escaping and that was all she was now, after all. Just a simple farm animal, penned into a field to graze... She was trapped! Stuck in the field and in the body of a cow! There was no way she could reach Haruka and, that being the case, there was no way she could reverse her transformation. She'd have to spend the rest of her life as a big, stinky, milk-producing animal!

The formerly-Ikaruga cow watched the other transformed-girl despondently. So, that was it. If the other new cow had a way to turn them back, she'd have just used it instead of trying to get away. They really were both stuck like this. What sort of lives would they have as cattle? She'd grown up in a wealthy family, enjoying all the comforts that came with being the adopted daughter of rich parents. Would she really spend her days eating grass instead of expensive kaiseki, lapping up water from a slobber-filled trough instead of sipping on green tea, sleeping in a cramped, draughty, stinking barn instead of a comfortable bed and dropping hot, steaming cow pats whenever her four stomachs were finished digesting her disgusting meals? She wanted to cry at the thought, but she was a cow now and could do nothing but bellow in despair...

"Oh? I don't recognise you two," said a voice. "Did Mum and Dad buy you recently, or something?"

The two new cows looked up in surprise, seeing a young woman in farm clothes entering the field, a large, metal bucket in one hand, a small wooden stool in the other and a look of confusion on her face. The cow-which-had-been-Yomi couldn't help but moo in despair and frustration as she saw the gate clicking shut behind her. If she hadn't been so caught up in her own misery, she would have noticed this girl walking in and could have escaped when she opened the gate! ...But then, what would she have done if she had escaped? She was a cow now. She couldn't exactly walk through town in this body. She'd just be caught by animal control and sent back to a farm just like this one, if not an abattoir... She'd never reach Hebijo Academy as a cow and, even if she did get to Haruka, what then? She'd just see her as the cow she now was and there was no way she'd be able to explain who she was or what happened when her new, farm animal's throat could only produces moos... She mooed again in despondency as the hopelessness of her situation truly sank in.

"Aww, listen to you both," said the still-human girl. "You sound so distressed. But don't worry, that's what I'm here for. We'll soon get your milk-load lightened! Should we start with you, with the blonde fur-splotches?"

The former-girl mooed in shock, looking at the bucket and stool in the farmgirl's hands with renewed horror. She wanted to milk her! No! She might be a cow now, but she still had her dignity! She wouldn't let some girl squeeze her new teats! If she had to milk something, she should go for the other former-girl's udder! she's the one who deserved this humilation! ...But the non-transformed girl didn't go to the other new cow. Instead, she placed her stool on the ground beside the former-evil shinobi who bellowed in distress and tried to stumble away.

"There, there, it's okay girl," cooed the girl, placing the bucket under the new cow's new udder as she reassuringly patted her now-bovine rump. "I won't hurt you. Trust me, you'll feel better after this!"

The girl-turned-cow bellowed desperately, shaking her newly-elongated head and flicking her new tail frantically as the girl sat down beside her. She couldn't get away in time. She was still unused to walking on hooves and, before she could even attempt to shift her new weight, she felt it, the still-human girl's hands wrapping gently around two of her new, long teats, dangling helplessly from her swollen udder. She mooed again at the indignity of her situation when the girl started to squeeze.

The formerly-human cow's bellows of horror and embarassment turned into low, contented moos of pleasure as the girl's gentle, well-trained hands worked her teats. She couldn't help it, she knew she should horrified and humiliated, but it just felt so good. The soft, yet firm grip of the girl's hands as she slowly, gently tugged her teats, one after the other, floods of warm milk squirting gleefully from her swollen udder with every pull, squeezing them just tightly enough to extract every drop without hurting the transformed-girl. The relief flooded every inch of her now-bovine body with ecstasy as her new udder slowly, gradually depleted, the sloshing, uncomfortable heaviness between her rear legs easing away with every delicate tug as it splashed into the rapidly-filling bucket. The new cow could do nothing but moo in contentment, unable to focus on anything but the squeezing of her udder until, finally, the splashing stopped. It was other. She'd been milked. Her milker let go and patted her flank with a smile.

"There, that felt good, right?" she said, as she hefted the bucket of fresh milk from beneath the former-girl. "And such a lot of milk, as well! Thanks a lot, girl! We're finished here, so feel free to graze whilst I milk your friend. If she gives me as much as you, I'll need to fetch another bucket to catch it all!"

The formerly-Ikaruga cow bellowed in alarm as the girl scooped up her stool and headed towards her, the bucket in her hands sloshing with the other former-girl's milk as she walked. It wasn't just the thought of being milked like the simple cow she now was that frightened her though, it was the other transformed-girl's reaction. She looked so happy whilst her teats were being tugged. Even now, she was still standing there, gently mooing in blissful contentment. What had being milked done to her? Had being treated like a cow caused her to think like one? Was the girl she had been still in there, or had her brain become a bovine mush? She'd already lost her body, the thought of losing her mind was too much to bear! ...But it was too late to escape her milking. The farmgirl already had her hands on her teats and the feeling of relief-filled ecstasy was already flooding the new cow's mind as she squeezed the first drops of milk from her unwanted new udder...

...The former-girls didn't lost their minds. They could think clearly again as soon as the ecstasy of being milked passed. But it didn't help them. They were still cows, after all. Just two heads of cattle in a field of grazing livestock. They didn't lose their minds, but they had permanantly lost their humanity. Days turned into weeks which turned into months and their routine never changed once. Every night they were herded with the rest of the cattle into a large barn where, after a brief crush at the water troughs, they'd sleep uncomfortably on the floor amongst the waste of all the livestock that were now their peers. Then, in the morning, they were herded back out of the barn and into one of the five surrounding fields to graze for the rest of the day. The scenery might have changed a little each time, but their activities did not, the girls-turned-cows able to do nothing but wander idly around their fenced-in field, clumsily eating the unpleasantly stringy grass around them (and the dirt that inevitably got into their mouths with each bite), urinating, defecating and breaking wind with humiliating frequency and chewing the cud for hours on end. The highlight of the day, the only thing which broke up the endless, boring monotony was the visit of the milk maid around the time the sun was highest (the new cows had lost all other ways to tell the time), when for a wonderful, blissful couple of minutes, she'd ease the milk from their swollen udders.

...Except, for the past week, the farmgirl wasn't milking them. Instead, the cow-which-had-been-Ikaruga looked down and mooed contentedly at the young calf suckling at one of her teats, its soft muzzle pressing against her milk-filled udder as it drained its formerly-human mother of milk. Giving birth had been a traumatic experience (with the farmgirl's hand inside her to help pull the calf out), as had been the day she was selected for breeding when, instead of being taken to the grazing field with the other cows, she was taken to a smaller pen with a large, frightening bull. The former-girl shuddered at the memory, but the sight of the calf that day had produced melted her heart again. She missed being human, she missed her friends and family, eating proper food and the excitement of being a shinobi, but she still loved her child. Motherhood was motherhood, even if her baby had been born a different species than she had been. She leaned over and licked the top of her calf's head fondly, not knowing why she did it, only that it felt right.

It also let her steal a glance at the other cow-which-hadn't-always-been-a-cow, suckling her own recently-born calf. The former-girl with the black spots mooed contentedly. Yes, she was sure of it. She definitely had the cuter calf. It's fur was so much shinier and healthier, it stood on its hooves more confidently and it definitely drank less messily from its mother's udder. The other former-girl's baby was eating so sloppily, tugging so hard it must have been hurting the transformed-girl, whilst her own hardly lost a drop of milk.

The formerly-human cow flicked her tail smugly. The two girls-turned-cows had lost a lot. They'd lost their humanity, their old lives and their ability to speak, but they hadn't lost their rivalry. Never forgiving each other for their transformations, they'd made everything in their dull, monotous lives as cattle into a competition, every day there was a struggle between them for the best patches of grass to graze on, the best spaces in the barn for sleeping, to be the first at the water trough. They even competed over being milked, the former-girl who produced the most milk each day mooing triumphantly and feeling smug for the rest of the day. The formely-Yomi cow was slightly larger, so she normally won the daily tussle for grazing patches and for drinks of water, but she wasn't winning this. The formerly-Ikaruga cow was definitely the best mother, there was no doubt about it. She just wished she could still talk so she could brag to the other transfomed-girl about it...

The former-girl with the blonde spots, meanwhile, glanced at the former-human being suckled and flicked her tail triumphantly. She was definitely the best mother! The other transformed-girl's calf looked like a runt compared to hers! Her precious infant was so much bigger and heavier and much more playful and energetic as well; always bouncing and stumbling through the field with its adorably unsteady gait whilst the other shinobi-turned-cow's baby just timidly follows its mum everywhere she went. Even the way her non-human child playfully tugged at her udder as it fed was cute (even if it did hurt her a litttle...). Yes, she'd definitely given birth to the superior bovine offspring. It must be because of all the extra nutrition she was getting as a cow. She didn't have to worry about money anymore, so she could gorge herself on fresh grass all day long! She still craved the taste of beansprouts, but the constant feeding had made her a strong, healthy cow, so it only made sense that her calf was stronger than the snooty former-princess'. The former-Hebijo student glanced back at her also-bovine rival and mooed in a way she hoped sounded mocking, wishing that she could still talk so she could properly brag to other transformed-girl...

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