A New Take on Cowgirl Chic
A New Take on Cowgirl Sheek
Sunlight shown through the windows of Carousal Boutique on another day in Ponyville.
It was nearing the end of the day, and fashionista Rarity stood in front of the three way mirror in the center of her store.
She had been doing this often over the past week, although not for her usual reasons.
She wasn’t showing clients their new designer clothes she’d completed, or dressing models in a new line for an upcoming fashion show.
What Rarity had been consumed by for the past couple of days were her breasts.
From the back, sides, and underside, Rarity had examined, prodded, and squished them with her hooves for what must have been hours, and every time could not bring herself to coming to any other conclusion.
They were small.
Barely raised bumps that were hardly noticeable no matter how you looked at them.
This hadn’t been an issue at all for her until a week ago.
A lunch date with her friends lead to the conversation topic of boobs.
She had tried to change the subject to something more dignified, but of course Pinkie Pie couldn’t seem to be more amused than talking about the subject.
The argument came forth about whether having bigger or smaller breasts was preferable, and she had remained adamant that a smaller breast size was more commendable.
Many of her more endowed friends though felt differently.
Applejack and Pinkie, whose breasts both were like small mountains, argued that stallions couldn’t bear to not steal a glance at their cleavage as they walked through town or tended the counters while doing their work.
Rainbow Dash, in a surprise she hadn’t seen coming, had actually agreed with her, and said bigger boobs just got in the way. She preferred her smaller size, remarking that it made her more streamline when flying.
Fluttershy even shyly admitted she would catch stallions staring at her admittedly gracious boobs from time to time.
Fluttershy’s were impossible to ignore, practically milk jugs in size that dangled between her legs.
Twilight, her breasts in the middle size wise between her and her friends, had been neutral. She said both large and small boobs had their advantages, but other than appearance and convenience, didn’t really affect anything.
Her friends had seemed to agree with this assessment and moved on, but a nagging part of herself had not been able to let the topic go.
She had not been able to look at her boobs the same way since.
She may as well been looking between a fillies legs the size she was at.
She had made up her mind.
She had to make them bigger.
A short time later found Rarity inside the castle of friendship, slowly making her way toward Twilight’s library.
She knew Twilight would’ve been more than happy to help her find a book, but this was a personal matter. She didn’t want her friend thinking she was weird for wanting some bigger boobs.
She soon managed to make her way to the library, sneaking inside and closing the door gently behind her.
After a quick check to make sure Twilight and Spike weren’t inside, she began searching for a spell that might help her with her size problem.
This was a lot harder then she first anticipated however.
She had no idea how the books were organized, seeing as it was a private library and not a public one.
It wasn’t like she could look in a card catalog. She had to browse the spines of each book to try and find something that sounded remotely what she was looking for.
After an eternity of searching, she finally found a book of interest, “The Complete Guide to Magical Anatomy”.
Excited, she quickly perused through the book, searching for something that might mention breast growth.
Finally, she found what she was looking for. “Mammary Gains”
Folding over the page so she could reference it later, she turned and snuck out of the castle and headed back down the trail towards home.
She could hardly wait!
When she finally reached Carousal Boutique, she closed the door, locking it behind her.
She wanted full concentration for what she was about to do.
She wasn’t a master at magic like Twilight, but she could still perform a spell here and there when needed.
She flipped open the book, laying it down and finding the marked page before skimming down to the start of the spell.
Concentrating her magic, she focused her magic on her breasts and recited the chant before a magical ray of energy fired from her horn and into her boobs, causing them to tingle a moment before dissipating.
For a moment Rarity sat on the floor, looking at her breasts expectantly waiting for something to happen.
She was beginning to worry if she had cast the spell right when she began to feel a pressure building around her boobs.
A second later, they began to push out in a quick spurt, then again, then a bit more.
Rarity watched in amazed delight as her little raised bumps became soft and inviting looking, stopping a few minutes later.
She reached her hoofs down and caressed them, feeling the fatty tissue in her hooves.
She giggled as she gave them a squeeze, then hurried over to the mirror.
Her new girls could be seen peeking out from all ends now, giving prying eyes the treat of their presence.
Rarity was happy with how they turned out.
They weren’t quite as big as Pinkie’s or Fluttershy’s, but were definitely bigger then Twilight’s and could give Applejack’s a run for their money.
She could hardly wait to go out tomorrow and try and spot all the handsome stallions trying to peek at her silky soft crotch pillows.
With her new assets acquired, she turned her attention to her nightly tasks. She made and ate dinner, looked over her list of project deadlines to prepare for tomorrow, and read some of her romance novel she’d been reading before turning in to bed.
Later that night, Rarity laid in bed tossing and turning in her sleep.
Unbeknownst to her, her body was going through some changes.
Black splotches began to appear around her body, all in varying sizes and shapes.
Next her tail hock began to grow outward, seeming to be stretched and pulled by some unknown force until her tail was nearly double the size it was before.
Last and most odd though were her breasts.
Her mammaries began to swell again, along the way fusing together into one large mass. As it grew, two small nubs began to push out further above her old nipples. Lastly, her fur receded into the skin over the area of the mass, giving way to pink skin underneath.
As the changes subsided, so did Rarity’s stirring as she settled into a more comfortable sleep, unaware of anything being a miss.
The next morning Rarity awoke from her slumber, feeling a bit sluggish.
A glance at the clock told her she’d slept about two hours later then she’d originally intended to, something she was annoyed with herself for doing.
She hated to waist the day just lying in bed.
As she got up and made her way toward the bathroom, she noticed her breasts seemed heavier then they had when she’d gone to bed, but chalked it up to her still getting used to their bigger size.
She also felt like they were swinging about a bit with each step like water balloons, but she knew that had to just be in her head.
As she approached the sink, pushing her mane from her face and blinking a few times to get the last bit of sleep from her eyes, her eyes went wide as she shrieked loudly at the face staring back at her.
A large black splotch took up most of her face, and looking down showed her many more.
Her elegant tail dangled lazily near the floor, and looking between her legs showed her that her formerly beautiful breasts had now turned into a large and full cow udder with four long teats.
What Rarity had failed to realize was the book she had grabbed from the library was not a book on pony anatomy, but a book on all creatures’ anatomy and how to correct and perfect different aspects of each species.
The one she had happened to cast happened to be a spell meant for farmers and veterinarians to help increases the size of a cow’s udders in order to help with milk production.
Not that Rarity would’ve cared if this explanation was offered to her at the present moment. She was far too hysterical looking at her new freakish body to care much of what any creature had to say right now.
She had to get help immediately to get herself back to normal.
She quickly grabbed a large coat, sunhat, and the book and began to gallop toward Twilight’s castle, hoping nopony saw her freakish changes.
As she reached the halfway point, a new thought began to emerge in the forefront of her mind.
She was hungry.
She tried to ignore it, but the thought became stronger and harder to ignore with every step.
She felt like she was going to go crazy if she didn’t eat something soon.
Without noticing, her body turned and began trotting in the opposite direction.
Rarity’s mind began to feel foggy. She felt like she was no longer controlling her body, but that her body was acting upon pure instinct.
She headed back through Ponyville and into the outskirts of the other side of town, the vague thought that the finest and best of grass was located in the fields of Sweet Apple Acres.
Upon reaching the edge of one such field, she jumped the fence, landing on the other side and beginning to chow down on the tasty grass that all laid before her.
Her clothes laid strewn by the fence, having got caught on the post and forgotten about.
She felt happy and content from the simple nourishment, enjoying her fill of tasty grass.
After a few minutes of pigging out, she could see she wasn’t the only one in the field.
Off in the distance at the other edge of the field was a bull.
His name was Buck, and he worked on Sweet Apple Acres.
As a cow, your options in Equestria are pretty limited. It’s pretty much expected that you’ll be doing some type of farm work for a farm pony.
Cows all pretty much became milkers and bulls either worked to make more cows or worked as rodeo performers.
Bovines are among the most interesting species in Equestria, as they aren’t wild animals, but are not considered citizens either.
Their behavioral patterns tend to lean more toward a wild herd mentality, but many are still able to learn and speak English if taught.
Because of this, laws regarding bovines are very strict to ensure their proper treatment and care.
Once a cow or bull reaches old age, a farm pony or rodeo owner must provide comfortable living and care for the bovine until the time of their death.
This usually occurs when cows no longer bare calves and stop producing milk, or when bulls can no longer perform in shows or breed.
Buck was a young bull who still had many years ahead of though.
His coat was shiny and well kept, and his horns long and shiny.
His body was covered in strong and rippling muscles that bulged under his coat.
He had been working for the Apples for a few years now, and had provided good work for them as a breeding bull. He’d already fathered five healthy calves for the Apples.
Today as he had emerged from his stall to receive his assignment, he was happy to hear he had the day free to himself, and decided to take it easy in the field the Apples had assigned to him, grazing and resting in the warm summer sun.
He had yet to realize he had a visitor.
As Rarity gazed at the bull whose back was turned to her, her eyes fell to the bull’s glossy black balls that dangled between his legs.
A feeling of horniness began to flood through her whole body at seeing the sexy young bull just a hundred yards or so away, and her body was begging for satisfaction.
As Buck went to reach down for another mouthful of grass he heard a familiar sound coming from behind him.
“Moooo….”
Buck turned around to find what looked like a cow creeping toward him from across the field, making the familiar tone of a cow’s cry to mate.
She was certainly not like any cow he’d seen before though.
This one was much smaller and slimmer, with a done up mane and tail in a purple color.
She also had a cutie mark like a pony would have and what looked like a horn too.
He at first thought it might be somepony playing a trick on him, but the female creature before him had the familiar look of lust in her eyes he was use to, and a pony certainly didn’t have black splotches and especially didn’t have an udder.
As he got closer, she raised her tail, offering her wet sex to him.
That was enough for Buck to tell him this definitely was not a joke.
A pony wouldn’t have gone this for to put on an act.
Maybe she was new to the farm, a species of cow from far away the Apples wanted to begin on the breeding program immediately.
It wasn’t really his business to question what his employer’s reasoning was, all he knew was if they sent a cow to his field, it was his job to breed her.
With practiced skill, Buck let his instincts take over, taking his tongue and lapping at the cow’s entrance to ensure he had enough lubrication to do the job.
Rarity mooed loudly in pleasure from the thick and long cow tongue penetrating deep inside her, her animal instincts ragging with lust.
After ensuring she was wet enough, Buck removed his tongue, swallowing the heifer’s juices before easing his way onto her back and thrusting into her awaiting snatch.
Rarity mooed out in pleasure as Buck thrusted in and out of her pussy.
He knew he had to fight the urge to release his load right away.
He had to ensure he went as deep as possible to increase the chances of producing a calf.
With this particular cow he had to focus more on his stance.
Her small stature meant his front legs were resting on either side of her, making his balance a bit better.
This helped little though with her squirming underneath him.
He guessed she was probably new at this, enjoying the work a bit too much instead of focusing on the task at hand.
He knew with experience she would learn to stay still and help support a bull while he worked.
Luckily her small stature also meant he didn’t have to work too hard to ease his way into what he was familiar to feeling as the inside of her womb and, with one final thrust, he came deep within her, filling her womb full of hot and fertile bull semen.
He could feel her cum a few seconds after, soaking him in her juices as he remained there a moment to allowing his seed the best chance to find fertile ground to sprout.
A minute later he pulled out, taking a moment to see how she was doing.
The moment he pulled out she had collapsed to the ground in an afterglow high, a goofy grin of satisfaction on her face.
He chuckled a little at her being so satisfied and went off to continue grazing.
As the sun began to set, the day of work began to draw to a close at Sweet Apple Acres.
Equipment was put away and dinner was being prepared.
Applejack was taking a quick look at things before turning in, making sure everything was in its place for tomorrow.
Her last stop was the cow barn, making sure all the cows had come home safely from grazing.
She’d already checked on the bulls, all of them having been accounted for.
Having checked the living quarters, her last stop was the milk stalls.
The cows were milked every other day, and were milked before bed to help ensure they got a good night’s sleep.
When she arrived in the milking stalls however, she noticed one cow, Lulu, waiting outside.
“What’s wrong Lulu? Something wrong with the milker?” Asked Applejack.
“Oh it’s working just fine. Just waiting my turn is all.” She said with a warm smile.
Applejack was confused.
They should have enough stalls for all the cows to be milked at the same time.
She looked inside to see who was using the stall, and gasped in shock.
Standing in the middle of the stall, a milker hooked to her udder, was Rarity. She was letting out content moos as she allowed the machine to work its magic on her swollen milk bag.
“Rarity! What’s wrong? What happened to ya?” Asked Applejack.
“Mooo!” Said Rarity, he mind too foggy with cow thoughts to comprehend the words spoken to her.
Applejack had to act fast.
“Lulu, can you keep an eye on her. I gotta go get Twilight right away.” Said Applejack.
“Sure thing Applejack.” Said Lulu.
Applejack ran as fast as her legs could carry her toward Twilight’s place.
They would find Rarity’s clothes and book she took by the road.
Luckily the spell was easy enough to cure for an alicorn like Twilight.
Rarity would return to normal in a day or two as the changes were reversed.
Rarity would remember nothing of her time as a cow past when she was rushing to Twilight’s, for if she had, she might’ve taken a morning after pill had she known Buck’s reputation for fertilizing a heifer’s field.
It’s a good thing a pony can’t have a cow.
Right? ;)
