Active Ingredient- Chapter 3: Hands On Work

“Hey Rinata?” I ask almost timidly.


“You seem real nice and sweet and trusting- but what would you have done if I was like…..I dunno….some rapist or serial killer?”

“Why? Did you plan on taking advantage of me?” she teases.

“No…no, I…” I stammer nervously.

“Relax- you don’t have that kind of darkness about you. We’re usually alot better than humans about picking up on those sorts of things.”


“Yes….also it seems as though rapists and serial killers don’t read the Want Ads anymore. At least the one I put out.” she joked.

I smiled weakly as I put my shirt back on.

“Not to mention I’m a lot stronger than I look. Now I have a question for you, Gunnar.”


“How do you know I wasn’t going to drug you and ship you off to some hyper-aggressive ogres or Amazonesses as their sex slave?”

“That would make on hell of a letter to Penthouse Form…” I contemplate.

This earns a hearty chuckle from Rinaata.

Milk, Eggs, and Science

Day 107

Fortunately, you cannot rape the willing. I woke up coiled around Tom, incredibly horny and desperate for relief. I managed to coax his pants down to his ankles with nothing but my tail. I bit his shoulder. No idea why, but my venom seems to be an aphrodisiac. His cock grew hard immediately, and I kissed him deeply as I lowered my pussy onto it, crying out in joy as he penetrated me.

I was in heaven. He let me control everything, not that he had any choice in the matter. I had him wrapped up in my coils so tight that he couldn’t move an inch if I didn’t want him to. It was thrilling, having complete control. It’s never been like that for me with a man before. I wanted to savor every minute of it.

Side Effects

“Did you not read your contract?” he asked.

“What contract? She took a breast enhancement mutagen,” Sam insisted.

The doctor blanched. “Oh dear. That is unfortunate.”

“What is happening to me?” I demanded.

“Well, it seems as though you’ve stumbled across one vial from a lot of bovine mutagen that was reported missing a few weeks ago. This mutagen is very potent, very strictly regulated. It is a speciating mutagen, resulting in a fundamental change in the genetic and physical makeup of the subject it is administered to,” he explained.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

“It means that you are transforming into what is colloquially known as a cowgirl, a genetically engineered hybrid designed for maximized milk production.”

Cowgirl (Homobos taurusapiens)

A brief overview of the beautiful and alluring Homobos taurusapiens, commonly known as cowgirl / holstaur.

Common Name: Cowgirl, Holstaur

Species: Homobos taurusapiens

Gender: Female

Physical Characteristics: A cowgirl is a humanoid cross-species, with obvious bovine physiological traits. These traits include ivory horns of varying length, thickness, and coloration as well as large cow-like ears capable of changing direction in response sound and emotional reactions. Cowgirls also lack canines, possessing an additional set of molars in their place as well as an elongated tongue to aid in grazing. Cowgirls have Holstein patterned and fur pigmentation, soft fur covering the arms, legs, back, and buttocks, but notably absent from the face, neck, chest, abdominal and groin region.

Active Ingredient- Chapter 1

I stood on the porch of the nondescript bungalow, my finger hovering above the doorbell. Even though it was hardly even noon yet, the whole rainy, miserable day seemed to be leading up to this moment.

Answering an online ad. This is how people ended up murdered, their corpse hidden in a garbage-strewn culvert by the side of the road for weeks at a time, only to be discovered by a DOT highway crew cleaning up garbage or cutting vegetation. Murdered over a cellphone, or sneakers or the change in my pocket after replying to some vague and shady internet ad. Looking down at my phone for the eleventh time since I arrived at the address, I re-read the ad that brought me here.

The Flower With No Name

Cold, alone, and starving, a young boy desperately searches for a way home in the forest he’s lost himself in. As he’s about to succumb to hunger and exposure, the sweet scent of hope tickles his nose. With his last burst of strength he chases after it, but will it lead him to salvation or damnation?

Manticore milk 2

“Come on, it’s time” Anne insisted as she smacked a horsewhip against the buttocks of the Holstauri. The girls pouted and resisted getting herded into the cattle truck. Up till yesterday they had been allowed to wear human clothing and walk around the farm freely, but today they were officially of age and needed to…