Like the two products she’d been given the two previous nights, the bottle of “Goops for Stuff: Rosemary and Hibiscus Herbal Hoof Scrub” smelled simply delightful.
It almost seemed a pity that Rarity had to leave. Working the lotion deep into her hooves, she could almost forget about the long hours spent sweating in that dilapidated greenhouse, uprooting plants and listening to that gorgeous stallion drone on and on about soy. Ugh. She never wanted to hear the word ‘soy’ again as long as she lived.
Though Rarity knew Applejack’s heart was in the right place, this “Spa Retreat” had been nothing short of dreadful. Manual labor was hardly an excuse for “rehabilitating minds and souls”, no matter how many wonderful beauty products they gave you at the end of the day. Rarity was going to leave this dusty old barn, demand her money back, and then go back to Ponyville for some real relaxation before her big Canterlot show. Right after she was done pampering her hooves.
She did feel rather tired, though. Laying in her bed of straw, Rarity found that her exhaustion from the day’s labor was swiftly catching up to her. She could barely focus on massaging the cool magenta lotion between her hooves. Letting a big yawn out, Rarity slumped back, too lazy to even replace the cover on the hoof scrub bottle that lay beside her muzzle.
Perhaps rest was in order right now. She’d simply talk to Wheat Grass and Flax Seed in the morning. Rarity closed her eyes, letting the gentle floral scent of the hoof scrub fill her lungs and lull her into a pleasant sleep.
The next day.
“Oh, Rarity! Breakfast is ready!” Wheat Grass’ cheerful voice echoed through the barn. Struggling to pull her eyelids open, the first thing Rarity saw was an angry rooster staring her in the face. Had she really managed to sleep through that dreadful thing screeching in her ear?
“Come on, honey - I know you must be ready for a big breakfast before your third day.” Wheat Grass trotted over, gently pushing the hoof scrub away from Rarity’s face. The unicorn reeled as she tried to sit up. She felt lightheaded, but heavy and clumsy at the same time. Only after taking a moment to ensure she could stand, Rarity turned to Wheat Grass, doubt in her eyes.
“Wasn’t...isn’t today my fourth day?” The unicorn still sounded so sleepy. Something felt wrong. “Am I...I feel sick. Am I sick?”
Wheat Grass simply smiled. “Oh, no, sweetie, today’s only your third day with us. It sounds like you’ve got even more pent up anxiety than we thought!”
“But…” That didn’t make sense. Rarity was certain she’d been staying with them for longer. She tried to think back. On the first day, she’d been chased by bees after being forced to collect honey. And then the next day she tilled fields and got all muddy. Or was that backwards? When did she talk to that boring stallion again? And didn’t she have something she needed to say to Wheat Grass? Her memories weren’t supposed to feel this blurry. A hoof fell over her shoulder.
“Come on, now,” Wheat Grass walked slowly, leading the groggy unicorn with her. “A nice, healthy breakfast and some fresh air will shake out those cobwebs in no time.”
The rising sun made Rarity squint, but soon enough she managed to follow Wheat Grass on her own. For some reason, that dreadful ‘health food’ of theirs didn’t taste so bad. After forcing a few bites of some kind of muffin down her throat, Rarity found herself chewing rather slowly. She gazed around the picnic table at the other mares and stallions she’d seen working beside her over the past...however many days it’d been. They all seemed more or less as groggy as her, and Rarity’s lack of energy to strike up a conversation made the awkward silence more prevalent than ever.
A few more minutes passed before Rarity realized she’d been chewing the same mouthful, over and over again. She swallowed, embarrassed, but no one seemed to notice.
-
It was some time later when it hit Rarity. She wasn’t supposed to be here. She’d wanted to get her money back, and leave. Rarity shook her head. What was going on with her? She should be on her way back to Ponyville, to Opal, to decent food, and here she was doing…
What had she been doing?
Her hooves were slightly sunk into the loose soil below her. There were a couple of other ponies tilling a little ways away from her. There was a hoe lying by her feet, so it was safe to assume that what she was supposed to be doing.
But Rarity had just been staring blankly at a spot in the ground. She wasn’t sure at what time she’d dropped the hoe, but she knew she’d been staring off for quite a while. She’d felt empty the whole time. No thoughts, no feelings. Rarity felt her breaths quicken. This was getting too strange.
Quickly trotting over to one of the stallions on the field with her, a younger colt with a short, wispy manecut and a banjo for a cutie mark, Rarity cleared her throat. The colt looked straight up, seemingly unsure of where the noise had come from.
“Um, excuse me, sir-” Rarity smiled as politely as she could as the colt turned to her. His eyes were half-lidded. “Do you happen to know where Wheat Grass or Flax Seed are? I really need to speak with them.”
“Uh, like…” The colt blinked, raising his gaze skyward. “I...dunno.”
“Well, could you at least tell me where I could- hey! I’m speaking to you!” Rarity fumed as the colt slowly turned and wandered away. Grinding her teeth, Rarity prepared to charge after him. “Now, you listen to…”
All of a sudden, it felt like she had no words left. Something had washed over her, slow, warm and...blank. The unicorn’s tail drooped, her stance relaxed, and her gaze fell softly to the ground.
As the sun set slowly behind her, Rarity’s mouth opened and closed slightly, attempting words that she thought she knew just moments ago.
The next day.
“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Wheat Grass called in to the barn. Rarity stood in the corner of the large room, staring ahead with her nose just above a small glass bottle that smelled like daisies. Rarity turned and blinked slowly.
“How do you feel?” Wheat Grass smiled at Rarity’s slack face. Licking her lips, the unicorn had to think very hard. Pronouncing, moving her lips and teeth and tongue...why was it so difficult?
“I dunno…” Rarity slurred, turning back toward the bottle. It read “Goops for Stuff: Garden Aromatherapy Mix”. Rarity wasn’t sure what that meant. “I dunno when I woke up.”
“Oh, we’re eager to start the day, I see!” Wheat Grass gently led Rarity across the barn, towards the door. As Rarity leaned heavily against her, Wheat Grass struggled to keep Rarity from stumbling over. “Well, I’m glad to see you’re starting to enjoy what we have to offer, and only on your third day!”
“No no. No no no. That was...before. Before?” Rarity muttered dreamily. The word didn’t sound right. Nothing coming out of her mouth sounded right. “I’ve. I’m. Here longer.”
“Shhh, don’t worry about it.” Wheat Grass kept her pace steady as she led Rarity around the back of the barn. Against the wall was a metal rack, stuffed to the brim with fresh hay. Leading Rarity close enough that her nose practically poked through the bars, Wheat Grass patted Rarity on the head. “Just relax and enjoy your breakfast.”
Rarity turned, worry reflected in her confused eyes. “Breakfast? No...no...no table?”
“It’s okay, sweetie, Flax Seed and I just saw you having some difficulty chewing at the table the other day.” Wheat Grass gingerly reached underneath Rarity’s chin and wiped up something wet. Drool? She’d been drooling? “We both thought it’d be best to give you something a little more...your speed.”
“But. But.” Rarity knew she should be angrier. She shouldn’t just be so confused and fuzzy and passive. Something about that rack, stuffed with hay - yummy crunchy simple hay - should have made her mad. “Thas’...that’s for animals. I’m not...not an animal.”
“Aww, sweetheart, of course you’re not.” Wheat Grass gave her another pat on the back, then trotted off happily, her peace-sign earrings and bell bottoms swaying back and forth.
The scent of the fresh, dry hay filled Rarity’s nostrils, and her stomach groaned, begging her to have a taste. Her mouth was open, her tongue stretched over her teeth. For all she knew, Rarity had been staring through the dull metal bars at that clump of hay for hours. She barely recalled how she’d gotten there in the first place.
Her lips clumsily closed around a loose patch, tongue dragging the tasty dry stalks in for her to munch on. It felt nice.
-
Words were coming out of Wheat Grass’ mouth.
Rarity’s jaw kept opening and closing, lips smacking with saliva again and again. The hay stalks in her mouth felt less dry, less crunchy as they passed over her tongue. Her half-lidded eyes stared directly into Wheat Grass’ cheerful face as it mouthed strange noises. The hay rack, and barn for that matter, were nowhere to be seen.
She swallowed, and almost automatically Rarity dipped her head to the ground, pulling some grass from the earth. That’s what it was. It tasted nice.
Wheat Grass said something like “glad to see you’re fitting in well”. Something bubbled up in Rarity - something she knew she’d wanted to say to Wheat Grass’ smiling face for a long time.
“Th. Th. Uhh. N-no, I. Ah.” Rarity’s failed syllables tumbled out with bits of half-chewed grass. Moving her lips and tongue felt so unnatural, so clumsy. She barely understood the noises coming from her throat, much less what they were trying to say. Had it always been so difficult?
Wheat Grass was talking again, talking so fast. She was smiling, running a hoof under Rarity’s chin, cleaning flecks of grass and spit. Wheat Grass was nice, cleaning off her messy face like that.
No. No! That nameless denial bubbled up again, struggling to find a way off of her tongue. Wheat Grass wasn’t nice. There was a word for it. Rarity continued babbling little soft-spoken consonants, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Wheat Grass. She concentrated with all her might on those deep, strange bubbling feelings, trying to grasp them before they floated away…
“N-not.” Her eyes tried to focus on Wheat Grass. A look of momentary concern flashed on Wheat Grass’ face as Rarity lowered her head, her eyes trained forward. Rarity’s breaths were labored.
“Not.” Rarity slurred again. Her gaze falling from Wheat Grass, she slowly lowered her open mouth to a small patch of grass. As she chewed, her lips formed a muffled “Not.”
Wheat Grass’ face fell back to a serene smile. Giving Rarity a gentle pat on the head, she leaned in close to the unicorn’s half-lidded eyes.
“You’re a silly girl. I’ll check in on you later. Have fun!” She smiled as she trotted away.
Rarity watched as her figure diminished in the distance, her teeth still grinding the same mouthful of grass and spit, little “not”’s falling from her open mouth as she chewed. All of a sudden, she felt lighter. As if a weight had been taken off her back.
A tongue. It was definitely a tongue she felt under her tail. Lapping lazily, it dipped inside her, while just above nostrils blew cool air when they weren’t breathing her scent in. Rarity crunched the well-ground grass again. It was tasty.
After the tongue under her tail stopped, something walked up beside Rarity. Slow and uneven, she turned her head. It was a colt with a short, wispy manecut and a banjo for a cutie mark.
“Not.” Rarity’s mouth mumbled. His cock dangled just below his haunches, dripping onto the ground and steadily retreating back between his legs. Come to think of it, her legs did feel wet. Very wet. Streaks of hot liquid were running down her thighs. Her back end and tail felt soaked.
The colt looked at Rarity. He looked sleepy and confused. After a few attempts at speech, he simply said, “Moo.”
Rarity’s drifting gaze centered on him as he bent down and tore a few blades of grass with his teeth. Her tongue was stuck at the roof of her mouth, her throat humming. That word she’d discovered, that word she’d tried so hard to retain, had slipped away. She wasn’t sure why she was making those noises now.
“Nnnnn.” Rarity hummed, her tone flat. Taking in a breath of fresh spring air into her nostrils, she thrilled at the strong masculine scent wafting from both the vacantly masticating colt and under her own tail. “Nnnnn.”
It felt nice.
The next day.
Warmth filled up her mouth, and with every spurt she gulped, gulped, gulped. It tasted slightly salty and thick, not really pleasant, but the smell. It seemed to get stronger with every breath she took. Strong, male, and threatening to push everything out of her head but that thick, sweaty scent. When the flared, drooling cock retreated from her mouth, Rarity pushed her snout forward, taking a deep sniff of the sweaty balls that had been dangling in front of her for who knows how long. She smiled as she felt a little liquid dribble from the tip of his cock into her mane.
A few haphazard thrusts against her face, and the stallion pulled away. This one was a dark blue, his cutie mark a small patch of flowers. Saliva fell from his mouth as he panted hot air into Rarity’s face.
“Mooo.” He said. The stallion moved past her, rubbing his side against hers the whole way. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his tail coated in a similarly male-scented substance, some of which stayed behind when it brushed Rarity’s face.
As soon as he was gone, a smiling mare zipped into Rarity’s view. Wheat Grass, her brain told her.
“Honey,” Wheat Grass spoke very slowly as she dabbed her hoof into a jar. Rarity tried in vain to read the squiggles on the side. “I’ve got some bad news.”
“Mmmm.” Rarity droned. Bad. Rarity knew that. It didn’t make sense for Wheat Grass to say that word when she was smiling like that. But as soon as Wheat Grass rubbed something sweet smelling under her nose, Rarity didn’t mind. She took deep, deep breaths, and was unable to stop her tongue from dashing out and licking it, again and again.
“You’ve been turning into a cow, honey.” Wheat Grass enunciated slow, just slow enough so Rarity could understand. A cow?? Words jumped around her brain. Dirty. Smelly. Fat. Not her. Not Rarity! Not! Not!
“Mmmmmm” Rarity softly whined as her tongue continued to lap at her upper lip.
“You’re turning into a big, dumb, happy cow.” Wheat Grass applied more of that lovely stuff below her nose. “Eating all that grass and hay, letting all those bulls mate you, day in and day out…it only makes sense that you’d turn into a cow eventually.”
“Mmmmmm” Wheat Grass was right. She had been feeling so big and dumb for a long time now. And she was smiling, lapping at her lips and moaning. It was strange, but she supposed it made sense. Big dumb happy cow. The words repeated in her head, echoing but never fading away.
Rarity felt a gentle tug on her bridle, only noticing the ropes around her muzzle for the first time. She followed as Wheat Grass led her to a bale of dry, crispy alfalfa, spread out on a long table in the middle of the field. From all angles, Rarity saw them standing around, their dusty muzzles crunching away. No less than twelve ponies, mostly stallions, blinking slowly as they chewed. There was no conversation, just a low, indistinct murmur coming from stuffed, chewing mouths.
It took a moment for Rarity to realize Wheat Grass had stopped leading her. She pushed her sluggish brain to move her sluggish legs, move her closer to the tasty alfalfa. Rarity nestled in between a mare with a bright yellow coat and a stallion whose large, smooth balls she couldn’t help but stare at as she passed. Stuffing her muzzle as quick as her lazy mouth could afford, Rarity looked at the yellow mare. Her eyes were glazed over, and her mouth hung open as she chewed. Her mane was a mess, scraggly and wet in places, smelling abundantly male. She seemed to have been chewing the same mouthful for quite a while now.
“Mmmmmmm.” Rarity hummed through her mouthful of wet stalks. The mare turned to her, her chewing momentarily paused.
“Moo.” The mare said. A chorus of disjointed, airy moos rung out from around the alfalfa bale. Rarity watched as a stallion turned away from the table and sauntered behind the mare. He dipped his head and, draping her tail over his mane, pushed his snout into the mare’s nethers. She barely blinked, letting out another, breathy moo. Rarity’s bleary gaze shifted around at the sluggish, sleepy faces, and began to understand.
“Mmmm.” This was her herd. This was where she belonged. Squeezed in between another dumb happy cow like her and all these strong, sweaty bulls, she felt like nothing was missing. No strange thoughts bubbling up from within. No words she had to put together. Just pure, lazy contentment.
She felt a shuffle on her left side. The bull had mounted her fellow cow, huffing hot air into Rarity’s mane and shaking her backside as he thrust into the little cow beside her.
“Mmmmoooo.” Rarity said, staring into the indistinct faces of her herd. It felt good. It felt natural. “Mmm. Mooooo.”
She couldn’t stop. Her moos followed quick hasty breaths. She didn’t even stop to take another bite of the delicious alfalfa right in front of her. The rest of her herd didn’t seem to notice as her moos bellowed louder and louder. Rarity pressed her body harder against the little cow, who let out little mewling moos as her bull thrust atop her. In no time at all, the bull came, and Rarity felt it spurt out from the cow beside her, droplets clinging to the fur of her flanks as the rest of his warm climax spilled into the grass.
The bull withdrew from her neighbor, but Rarity remained pressed against her. She was sweaty, and the bull musk on her was stronger than ever. Rarity closed her eyes and focused on nothing but the heavy, delicious musk. If her world was nothing but darkness and that smell, her smile could not possible grow brighter.
Rarity felt a nudge, and she opened her eyes. Standing in front of her was Wheat Grass, a smile on her face as always.
“Oh Rarity, I’m so glad to see being a cow suits you so well.” Lifting a hoof of alfalfa to Rarity’s mouth, Wheat Grass’ eyes remained locked with hers as she greedily licked the stalks up. “Do you like being a cow, Rarity?”
“Mm. Mm. Moo.” Rarity managed, attempting to take another hoof-full of alfalfa without taking her nose away from the cow who smelled so nice.
“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” Wheat Grass ruffled Rarity’s already messy mane. “I know you’ll make a wonderful little brood cow. You get along so well with the bulls already, after all…”
Wheat Grass’ words became too fast to understand again. Rarity didn’t mind. Brood cow meant bulls. Rarity liked bulls. The thought of them brought hazy memories of heavenly scents and delicious tastes, the sensation of her backside all wet and sticky. Rarity couldn’t think of anything she possibly wanted more.
-
Rarity opened her eyes, and moonlight greeted her. The table was empty, save for Rarity and the dusty remains of the alfalfa bale before her. There was another thing just within her periphery - a scroll of paper with a small block of neatly scribbled words decorating it. The words themselves were unintelligible, but Rarity had the strangest sense that she had written them. She had no idea why - the concept of writing words that her clumsy cow mouth couldn’t even pronounce was so alien to her. She was still chewing her mouthful of wet alfalfa when Wheat Grass tapped on her shoulder. Rarity bobbed her head slowly, her thoughts too blurry to figure how to turn.
“Time to get your treat, my happy little cow!” With a light tug on her reins, Rarity followed her smiling owner. They walked together across a moonlit field of grass. Rarity wanted to bend down and have a snack, but Wheat Grass kept her pace. Rarity was a good cow. She was happy to follow.
They arrived at a large wooden barn, one Rarity vaguely remembered seeing her herd coming and going from. She wasn’t sure when or how often. Her memories felt like dreams, at least when she had one of those rare moments of clarity to dwell on them.
The barn doors creaked open, and Rarity was led inside. On either side of her, she saw the familiar faces of her herd, their heads peeking over stall doors as they stared off in no particular direction. For a moment, Rarity thought she saw them as something else. Stallions, and a few mares, their manes unkempt and faces slack. But that couldn’t have been right. They were her herd. Strong bulls and happy cows, just like she’d become.
The hallway came to a dead end, with a single hitching rail sticking out of the ground. Wheat Grass tied Rarity’s ropes off, and gave her a pat on the head.
“Moo.” Rarity spoke with as much pride as she could muster in her lazy voice. Her owner simply smiled and walked away.
Rarity heard clicks and creaks as Wheat Grass’ hoofsteps faded. Within moments, a dozen shuffling hoofsteps found their way over to her. She felt noses pressed against her sweaty coat, tongues lapping near and under her tail. And she smelled them. Every single bull in the stable. She could smell their arousal, their stiffening cocks dropping from their sheaths. Rarity flicked her tail aside, and felt her clit wink into a bull’s tongue. She mooed with delight.
His weight was on her all at once, and after a few clumsy thrusts, the bull hilted himself in Rarity. Drool fell from her mouth as she attempted to moo again and again. Two bulls ducked under her legs and placed their lips over her teats, lapping and suckling at her sensitive flesh.
“I know your udders don’t have milk in them yet, honey-” Wheat Grass’ smiling voice floated through Rarity’s brain. “But once you’re all nice and full of foals, you’ll be even more popular with your happy bull friends!”
“M-mooo!” Rarity cried out, bull’s drool dripping through her mane and down the slope of her nose, into her smiling mouth. The bulls who hadn't been quick enough to mount her or suckle at her teats - her udders, Wheat Grass' gentle voice corrected in Rarity's fuzzy head - crowded around her, mooing and licking, their cocks slapping against their bellies as their blank stares fixed upon her.
Huffing and struggling to gasp out moaning little moos, Rarity felt herself clench on the thick flared bull cock as it filled her with heat - heat that spurted from under her tail and dribbled in streaks down her legs. A few of her bull friends shoved their snouts between her thighs, lapping up the thick seed that dribbled onto their tongues. When the heavy bull atop her retreated, dragging his sweaty belly across Rarity’s back and popping his flare from her lips, a gush of hot cum splashed onto the other bulls’ faces. Their blank smiles remained unchanged as they continued lapping.
As Rarity dipped her head under the belly of another eager bull, her tongue dabbing against his already dripping cock, Wheat Grass sat back. She smiled as she watched her precious bulls bucked their hips against and into their newest breeding cow. To think how uptight and anxious Rarity had been before she came to their farm - nothing gave Wheat Grass greater joy than watching her smiling, hazy eyes as her lips engulfed a pulsing, sweaty shaft.
Wheat Grass turned her attention to the scroll she’d taken from the hay barn. The one she’d instructed her obedient little cow to write on just moments earlier. It read -
Dearest Applejack,
Thank you for recommending me to the spa - it’s been simply heavenly! I’ve decided to extend my stay a little longer, so please don’t be worried about me, or the upcoming fashion show. It’ll be fine without me.
Wheat Grass dipped a cloth into a small vial, and began to blot out the slightly less legible scrawlings just underneath -
Ive turned completely into a cow, so Im too dumb to come home. Whet gr weet g owner says i have to stay here and get filled up by all the nice bulls like a good dumb happy cow needs i need i need good dumb happy good
Satisfied that the ink had been sufficiently removed, Wheat Grass dabbed the scroll with a dry towel. She took one last look at Rarity, her muzzle and mane dripping with cum as she let out moo after moo, her sweaty coat being lapped at by so many tongues as her winking sex drooled her own climax over the muzzle of an empty eyed stallion.
Grabbing a fountain pen next to her, Wheat Grass wrote in slow, elegant cursive,
Much love,
Rarity
