Monday, August 10, 2015

Fuck! I screwed up!

Forgot to make a coupon for a free book in August. Here’s one for Happy Hucows, Inc. Part One: RF86A . Use it at and get this $2.99 erotica ebook for free. Enjoy!
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.”

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