On the reflective surface, their bodies dip and sway, slightly distorted, like a funhouse mirror. It makes my insides clench as I realize I’m living out this horror movie montage with no way of getting help.

These women are just as stuck as I am. Granted, I’m not sure how they’re able to be so calm. Is it just me then? Am I the fuck up? Through the reflection, I watch as they gather closer, their curious gazes drifting over me.

They’re all gagged as well, so it’s not as if they can ask me what I did to earn such a punishment. There’s a slight hint of pity in their eyes. That is, if I’m reading the expression right. It’s still not the same as looking at them face to face.

“If I let you up, will you be a good cow for me?” Enook’s soft voice dances around in my skull. “Look closely, heifers,” she calls out. “We don’t take kindly to insubordination. Keep mindful of your handlers as you’re brought to the auction stage. Trust me. You will not wish to cross them. They are far more swift to punish than we are.”

Her words worm their way into my skull, each syllable burning into my brain. The pain from the electric jolt from earlier still stings, giving credence to her words. Sagging down onto the weird bench, I focus on my breathing as she unhooks the straps.

Every fiber of my being wants to lash out, to push her aside and run, but I see where that’s gotten me. Nowhere. If I want to survive, I have to obey. Even though I knew that, part of me had to fight, to see for myself if I could escape or not.

With a firm grip, she helps me up. The hallway dips and sways a bit, but she doesn’t let me go. In fact, her touch is a little comforting, a powerful presence reminding me I’m not truly alone.

Now that I can see the women face-to-face, I see the pity etched in their features. Off to the side, some huddle together, tears running down their cheeks. Already, we look like a herd, seeking out comfort in each other, complete strangers.

Pain and fear fill the small space, making me nearly ill. Soft sniffles meet my ears, threatening to pull me under the wave of despair threatening to drown me. Off to the side, a tall, leggy woman with enlarged breasts and flaming red hair motions me over.

I shuffle toward her, keeping myself mindful of the lead. Thankfully, Enook lets me go, and so I have my own little herd of misery like the others. We huddle together, finding strength and solace as we hold hands.

My breasts ache again. They feel so full and heavy. Pain zips from my nipples straight to my core, but instead of it being just uncomfortable, my stupid arousal flares back up. The whole situation is just mortifying.

An odd wetness slides down the underside of my breasts, and I realize I’m leaking. At first, I didn’t want to believe I was actually being forced to produce milk, but now that I see it with my own eyes, I can’t deny it. I’m fucking lactating.

With a gasp, I look over to the stranger and note her own breasts leaking. At least it’s not just me. It’s a comforting thought, even though the whole situation is just fucked up.

“We are close to Icora,” an alien female announces.

Walking over to the side of the hallway, she places her palm against the shiny metal. Within moments, the wall dissolves, showing the outside of the ship. Stars and galaxies fill my vision, leaving me in awe.

Others seem to only find fear in the view, causing them to cry out from behind their gags. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find it in me to be scared. I’m far too enthralled with the beautiful display.

Without even thinking about Enook or my leash, I head over to the wall and place my hand against it. It’s as if I can just push through, and I’ll be free-floating in space.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she murmurs next to me. “I never tire of seeing this view as we head home. If you look to the right, you’ll see our destination.”

Icora looms in the distance, its surface looking very similar to pictures I’ve seen of the Earth from space. Only, instead of mixtures of blues and whites, it’s teals and purples. The clouds covering various spots range from a light lavender, so close to being white, to a deep rich purple.

I look over at my handler, my apprehension rising. Will I even be able to survive there?

With a soft smile, Enook pats my hand. “Do not worry, little cow. Our atmosphere is compatible with yours. It may take a few days to get used to, seeing as the air is just a touch thinner than your Earth, but you will not suffer. We’ve had hundreds of cows and haven’t lost one yet. Come. It’s time to prepare you for docking.”

Glancing over at the friend I made, I scoot over, wanting to sit next to her. Again, we hold hands, our grips like iron as we’re herded over to another room. One by one, they sit us down and strap us in.

Once we’re as they want us, the handlers grab onto rings stationed around the room. No warning is given as the room plummets, detaching from the ship. All around me, our muffled screams shoot up to the heavens.

My stomach flips like I’m going down a rollercoaster, sending bile up my throat. The very last thing I can do right now is throw up. I’ll choke if I can’t get myself under control.

Grabbing my new friend with one hand, I place the other on my stomach and will it to settle down. I scrunch my eyes closed, squeezing them tight. Just like on all the rides I went on growing up, my stomach stops flipping, allowing me to drag in a breath of air through my nose.

At least once this part is over, I’ll be on solid ground. The fact that all I care about is feeling dirt beneath my feet says a lot about my mental state. Unfortunately, nothing is in my control. I’ll have to relish every freedom they give me.

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CHAPTER 10

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VROKJAN

I stare at the empty stage, my balls drawing up as I hear the muffled sounds coming from behind the curtain. Soon, I’ll see my lovely cow again. Shifting in my chair, I cup my erection through my space suit.

There’s just something about her that makes me want to take leave of my senses. Though I know she’s here for a purpose, I find I want so much more. For the first time, I’m actually considering taking a cow as a mate.

Around me, there’s a smattering of whispers as other Ranchers sit up in anticipation. There’s an air of excitement, a hum almost, as we wait for this new herd. The room is packed, far more than I expected.

Normally, we hold auctions biannually and were not looking to add fresh humans for another several months. However, since many of these humans cling to their thoughts and memories from Earth, some of the Ranchers decided to indulge their pets. In my opinion, it’s dangerous to allow them to influence how we do things. How we’ve always done things.

Christmas. The word is foreign to me. It has absolutely no meaning, and yet the pet cows seem to be elated that they’re allowed to celebrate. They jingle about as they decorate trees and whisper to each other in hushed tones. However, if it brings them joy and their owners wish to indulge, who am I to put up a fight?

After all, happy cows produce much sweeter milk. It’s why I never understand the Ranchers who just put theirs out to pasture and rarely interact. To me, it’s a win-win situation to keep them sexually, mentally, and emotionally satisfied.

Adjusting my cock so it’s more comfortable in this engorged state, I examine the box sitting on my table. As with all other auctions, monetary amounts are determined by who can click in the fastest. Right now, it glows a dull red, but will get brighter when the auction actually starts.