And from Elliot Silvestri you can start the series Happy Hucows, Inc. Part One. This will be a four part series for those of you with a lactation fetish or into hucow transformation and forced lactation (plus a touch of breeding fetish), this is a story for you. Also available at Smashwords (of course) and Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
Ziva isn’t interested in being a quitzol breeder for the thrill—though that rush is the reason for many breeders—she needs the money. Agreeing to undergo the extensive and life-threatening procedure for the quitzol just so one of them can have an offspring that will be able to survive on Earth for money alone is crazy, but Ziva is a focused and driven woman. Nothing—not the abuse of her body, not the idea of having alien genitalia inside her body—will keep her from her goal.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic alien sex, sex between humans and aliens, tentacle sex, strong language, interspecies breeding, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
“You said it would just be you,” she said with an accusatory tone in her voice. She wasn’t afraid, just angry.
Chris made a few sounds from his language and then said, in Standard, “You were told the implant would be done by Chris. It will be done by Chris. Humans usually call me Chris and this,” he indicated his partner, “is Also-Chris.”
With a sigh Ziva shook her head. “You need to be clearer when using Standard,” she informed him. “And I’m not calling you two Chris and Chris or Chris and Also-Chris. Also-Chris needs a different name.”
The two whistled and moaned at each other for a minute. “Would Sam be acceptable?”
“Acceptable,” Ziva echoed.
Chris gestured to the bed that filled most of the room. “Please lay down so…Sam can implant you.”
The bed was ultra-modern with a heated mattress and conformed to body size, shape, and weight. Sam pulled back the simple, single cover to reveal the semi-spongy material that made up the mattress. Ziva lay down and expectantly at the aliens. It had been her hope that the procedure would be done in a more sterile medical office, but this would have to do.
Sam briefly closed his angular, silver-flecked eyes and a pouch opened up on his lower abdomen letting loose a long, flexible tube that was the main sex organ of the quitzol. Ziva quivered with anticipation at what was about to be done with her.
Josie needs a change in her life so she does something unexpected. She enters the hucow program to provide nutritious human milk for a world where the bovine flu killed off all the cows. Earning her citizenship this way results in some unexpected bonuses as her body is slowly transformed into a hucow where she is free to give in to her animalistic, lusty needs by the bulls who sexually service the hucows…
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of a series.
Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, hucow transformation, hucow milking, hucow role play, BDSM themes, erotic dehumanization, strong language, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
She opened the door to admit the bull. Josie noted that Hank was wearing a kilt and nothing else. He was burly chested and hairy, though a bit short, making him not that much taller than Josie, and without the developed horn bulges of older bulls. “Come in,” she invited them. Her eyes were unfocused and she was distracted by Hank’s presence.
Once Josie had ushered her visitor in and closed the door Gena said, with a grin, “I brought Hank to satisfy your needs.”
Josie tried to wet her lips with a dry tongue. “Um, that’s very generous of you.”
Both Hank and Gena laughed. “Why don’t you take her to the bed,” suggested Gena. “It’s a little early for her for the acrobatics of the machine.”
Grabbing her hand, Hank led Josie toward her bed. She resisted, but only half-heartedly. “You can’t just expect me to have sex with a man I literally just met,” she protested, but her words were weak.
Hank turned to her and addressed her roughly in his deep voice. “You’re ready,” he informed her, as if she didn’t already know. “I know what you want. I can sense it and smell it. Why do you lie about it?”
As good as it felt to have his strong, thick fingers holding her tightly, she still tried to resist. “It’s not…proper.”