Recursion A.N.

RECURSION

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Jersey and Ollie become aware of themselves. They are in the woods? On a farm? There is a small cabin, a handsome A-frame structure with tall windows filled with their furniture and belongings, and also a modest barn structure, a shiplap box under a gambrel hayloft roof. They can see a big vegetable garden, a small corral, and grassy fields spread across a rolling hillside, not much, just a few acres buttressed by a creek and a dense forest of maples and oaks. They are nude and holding hands, still a greenish alien halfbreed and a bovine hybrid creature. “Where are we?” Ollie asks.

“Moo,” Jersey says, unsure.

Ollie twitches her antenna and stares at her wife, “Can you speak?”

“Moo.” Jersey frowns, shakes her head and shrugs. She finds herself unbothered and honestly, excited by it too. “Moo.”

Ollie tastes the idea No. Can she read the thoughts of her mute wife? Weird. “Oh Josie…”

“Moo!” Jersey shakes her head, and Ollie tastes, Jersey.

“Jersey,” she agrees. Ollie can feel in her alien bones that they’re outside now, free in the real world. This is who they are, what they are, probably forever. Ollie looks at her changed wife, Josie merged with a cow. She’s cute, beautiful, a curvaceous holstein patterned woman with four large breasts, a bovine udder, cow ears and horns and a tail. “What do we do now?”

“Moo,” Jersey says, regarding her mate. Ollie is gorgeous, a tall exotic alien princess. She has pale greenish skin with emerald lips and is taller now, nearly seven feet, lithe and willowy. Her face is wide and angular, beautiful but vaguely inhuman, and she has cute little antennae peeking out of her long red hair. She has four arms and six weightless breasts and six flexible whip like tails that twist and probe. “Moo,” Jersey adds. 

Adventure, Ollie tastes.

Ollie envelopes Jersey in a four-armed embrace, presses her six tits into the soft warmth of her wife’s huge breasts and feels the taut bulge of her udder against her thighs. Ollie’s tentacles subconsciously wrap around their legs, caress a bovine pussy, stroke Ollie’s own inhuman cunt. Ollie feels a pressure and her strange new cock slithers out of her body. She can sense the lust in the air. “I love you,” she moans.

“Moo!” Jersey gasps and Ollie tastes I love you too. Jersey feels arousal in her belly, but also a painful pressure in her tits and udder, “Mooo!”  She whines.

Jersey wiggles out of Ollie’s grasp, tugs her towards the barn. “What?”

“MOOOoooOOOooo!!” 

Milk me.

And so the rest of their adventure begins…