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Rita turned the car engine off and got out.
She looked at the building in front of her, and then at her phone for what seemed like the hundredth time since receiving her last message.
The warehouse looked like absolute shit, but this was the address she was given.

She had expected her right-hand woman to be waiting outside for her, but she saw no one.
This annoyed Rita.
Maria had been slipping in her duties recently, becoming harder to get a hold of, and more forgetful.
"Bitch better come through for me on this" Rita muttered.

Rita's current situation had only gotten worse over the last month.
While her rival Angelique had always held her own when it came to drug deals and illicit gambling den operations, Rita had been content to leave her be because Rita's top earning enterprise had always been in prostitution and other sexual endeavors.
"Sex sells", as they say.
And they bought.
Oh, how they bought.

But then Angelique got greedy and started getting into the sex trade too.
It was bad enough with her high end massage parlous that offered the standard "happy ending" and rival brothels, but in the last few weeks, she offered something that catered to more niche desires, but did so in a way that made her the top crime boss in the area.

Rita had never been close enough to find out how Angelique was able to rapidly steal her clientele, but she knew enough was enough.
She wanted to be amicable and ask Angelique to work for her and use their combined talents to truly run the city, but Angelique had refused, citing that she was not only doing fine on her own, but was going to overtake Rita within a year, and that's if she was taking it easy.

Rita was pissed at the insolence and made it her top priority to destroy Angelique.
And while her goons had successfully taken out a couple of her businesses through arson and intimidation, not only did Angelique bounce back, Rita's own men would often disappear days after the completion of their mission.

Rita swore they were either killed or swayed over to Angelique's side, but any time she tried to call her underlings, no one was picking up.
She was losing them faster than she could recruit them, and she knew Angelique wouldn't stop until she took everyone and everything.

But Rita was a fighter to the last, and she wasn't going to take this lying down.
After having Maria pose as a high roller to impress Angelique's inner circle, Rita learned that Angelique's new venture involved something called a "fuckpet".
The photos Maria sent were like nothing Rita had ever seen before.

They looked like people in latex suits, arms and legs contorted to resemble whichever animal they were being presented as, be they a dog, a cat or even a deer.
Intricate masks covered the faces, giving Rita no inkling as to who they were, but she suspected some of the more expensive prostitutes had been persuaded to put these on and sell an experience like no other.

Rita had no idea if Angelique was going to open a new brothel devoted only to this kink or not, but she knew she had to put a stop to it before Angelique absorbed her own businesses and put her in the ground.
She WOULD have had more knowledge if Maria kept her better in the loop, but now she was worried Angelique was tempting her over.

But no matter.
The time for talk was over.
Something drastic had to be done.

Rita checked her handbag to make sure her gun was loaded, before doing the same with the one she had hidden on a leg holster.
If Angelique wouldn't listen to rational thinking, firepower would send a stronger message.

She fixed her short auburn hair and applied new lipstick.
She had to look like confidence personified if she was going to get Angelique to back down.

She made her way to a door in the back of the warehouse, surprised to find it opening without a struggle.
Rita wondered if there was something fishy going on, or if Angelique was getting sloppy.

She stepped inside and found a light switch.
She was in a kitchen area, clean as a whistle and stocked to the gills.
This gave her more certainty that Angelique was using this as a training ground for her sluts.
After all, how many shitty warehouses have this much upkeep and stock in their kitchen?

Before stepping out to the main floor, she pulled the gun from her handbag and proceeded.
Stepping slowly to avoid tripping, she found another light switch.
The whole warehouse lit up and Rita stood in amazement at seeing various conveyor belts and machinery.

There were four lines in total, each with various gadgets, screens and buttons.
The fourth was slightly different, having more vertical sections and a capsule at the end, signifying a different latex suit went through that line.
It was super high-tech for what Rita believed was a simple latex production, but then, Rita wasn't overly tech savvy.

"Pretty fucking sweet set-up she's got here" Rita said out loud, seemingly to herself.
"I certainly think so, and I do appreciate the compliment."
Rita jumped, gun at the ready.

A tall, dark-haired blonde stepped into view.
Angelique in all her glory.

"For all your faults Rita, I will give you credit for taking the initiative to finish this yourself."
"Finish this, eh? So you're expecting to die tonight?"
"One of us, maybe. But I'm giving you one last chance to collaborate with me, and avoid such a mess."
"If I wasn't interested before, I'm certainly not now. You've put your hand in my till too many fucking times."

Angelique did not flinch at Rita's temper or the gun she was holding.
"The objective of competition is to compete, but you didn't have to let it get this far."
"I've never been one to kneel at the feet of others, and you're not going to change that."

Angelique smirked.
"So hellbent on seeing me dead, and yet I breathe still."
"We're all alone and you've got no way out of here that doesn't involve me shooting you, I can afford to savour my victory a little longer. Besides, you can't answer my questions if you're dead."
"And what did you want to ask?"
"I wanted to ask how all this shit works, but I figured, when I take over, I'll have one of your men tell me.
No, my big question is: what did you do with Maria?"

Angelique laughed.
"Oh, she's here somewhere."
Rita's eyes narrowed.
"Don't be cute with me, I want a straight answer."
"OK, OK. If you're asking about whether or not to arrange a funeral, no."

Rita grew even more frustrated.
"A simple yes or no would have fucking sufficed! God, this is another reason I'm doing this! You talk in riddles like this is all some sort of game to you!"
"You're savouring your self-declared victory over me, I'm indulging in my love of misdirection and language use, we all have our foibles."
"Oh, waving your college degree in my face with those two-dollar words?"
"If you got'em, flaunt'em honey."

Rita stepped in closer to hit Angelique with butt of her gun, when something struck her own butt.
She turned around and noticed a latex cow headbutting her.
"What the fuck, are you keeping one of your own fuckpets here as a security measure?!"
"Well, before all of this happened, I was corralling my last pet of the day. I have a high-priority client who requested one to be delivered as quickly as possible, so I oversaw this one myself."

Rita stepped in closer to look the cow over.
The cow mooed at her as she examined every angle.
Besides being completely black in colour, the cow's face was indistinguishable from a real cow's.
Hooves, tail, even a tag on the ear.
Rita took a look and noticed it said "CowWhore #74"
"Geez, she's had 73 of these things roll through here before this one?" she thought to herself.

"You have some really dedicated whores, this one's not even breaking character!"
"If you want to learn more, there's still time to put the gun down and combine our empires."

Rita shook her head and put her gun back up to Angelique's chest.
"Not a chance. This ends tonight."
"It certainly does."

Before Rita could shoot, the cow headbutted Rita again.
"Watch it, moo-therfucker!"
Rita lowered the gun to aim at the cow but when she took her eyes off Angelique, that gave her time to make a move and knock the gun out of Rita's hands.
Rita backed up near one of the conveyor belts, swearing while going for the gun on her leg holster.
Unfortunately for her, Angelique was quicker and not only grabbed the now discarded gun, but one of her own from a nearby work bench.

"Two against one, Rita. No way out now."
Rita eyed the conveyor belt.
Under any other circumstances, she'd have thought it was the stupidest thing she could do.
But facing down death and being cornered, it was a risk she was willing to take.

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She grabbed a cowbell she saw on the bench and threw it quickly at Angelique, which distracted her long enough for Rita to jump up on the conveyor belt and get it started.
It wasn't the fastest moving, but Rita's theory was that once she cleared the first machine and made her way out, Angelique would have to be on the move to keep up, and unless she had a clear shot, she'd damage her own equipment.
She also noticed the screen attached to the first machine didn't light up, so she assumed only the belt was active, thus meaning she wouldn't be trapped by whatever the machines would do.

What she didn't count on was seeing the clamps on the belt, something which Angelique was quick to take advantage of.

She clamped Rita in place, hands and knees touching the belt, facing forward.
"Hey, what the fuck?! Let me go!"
"Oh Rita, you played yourself and I didn't even have to knock you out to get you where I want you!"
"The fuck do you mean?!"
Angelique walked to the screen attached to the first machine.
"You'll see soon enough."

Rita struggled but couldn't break free.
She was inside the first machine before she knew it.
"Wh-what the fuck is this going to do to me?!"

A different female voice started speaking from inside the machine.
"Clothing has been detected on the subject. Beginning removal now."
Various claws protruded from panels on the side, ripping the clothes right off of Rita's body, leaving her completely naked.
"Ow, you fuck!"
"Applying calming agent."

From above, a syringe lowered down and injected Rita with something she could not identify.
It made her more relaxed, weaker.
Any physical fight she had in her was slowly draining.
"What was in that..."
She wasn't feeling sleepy, but she definitely felt a little tired.

"Head will now be shaved."
More hands appeared, holding Rita's hair in place as it shaved her auburn hair right off.

The belt moved again, taking her to the next machine.
Angelique observed Rita making the trip through, smiling approvingly.
The belt stopped once Rita was inside the second area.
Angelique stepped up to the screen and activated it.

"Beginning physical examination."
Rita was scanned from above, like she was a piece of paper in a photocopier.
"Subject has been successfully placated. No underlying medial issues found. Please select alterations.
Alterations?

Angelique did not waste time, simply selecting a repeat of the last conversion.
"Confirmed. Subject will begin transformation to bovine momentarily. Beginning strap down."
Rita's eyes widened as it all came together.
Angelique had been tipped off, and it was always her intent to turn Rita into one of these slutty latex animals.
"NO, WHAT THE FUCK, I DON'T WANT TO BE IN HERE! GET ME OUT!"

Another round of panels opening up, this time with metallic hands holding straps.
The clamps holding Rita in place opened.
Rita found that her arms were being folded to have a strap tied around them, and the same with her legs so that if she were to walk, it would be on her elbows and knees.
Her fingers and toes were similarly bound so they could not move individually, and tied to the top of her elbows and back of her legs respectively.

A new clamp activated in the midsection and the belt moved again.
"ANGELIQUE, STOP THIS! I-I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING! I'LL RETIRE! JUST DON'T TURN ME INTO A COW!"
"Well, now the outside will match the inside!"
"ANGELIQUE, PLEASE!"
"Look at that, you're not even at the end and you're already showing a change in personality! This may be easier than I thought!"

Rita was placed inside the third component.
She was terrified at the thought of what was going to happen next, still screaming.
Angelique activated the third screen and began the next step.

"Latex application will begin shortly."
Again, Rita was unclamped and the new metallic arms started the makeover.
Her limbs were covered so that she'd never have access to her fingers and toes again, little hooves attached to the leggings not long after.
Her body received a similar covering, with small flaps attached to the breasts for easy access, and a tail attached to the back.
Everything but her head was now covered in latex, being more cow than human at this point.

"Sealing process will now commence"
From above, greenish goo shot out of a hose, covering Rita and acting as some sort of super-sealant.
This was never coming off now, and acted as one giant suit.

Rita kept screaming, knowing that soon it would be completely too late.
The belt moved again, to the final area.
Rita made one last plea.
"Angelique, y-you've made your p-point. But if you s-stop this now, I'll give you anything you want and you can keep me here as your personal p-p-pet."
It may have shown weakness, but Rita didn't care.
She didn't want a cow's head put over her, and possibly have her ability to speak be removed surgically, so that any screams of help would go unfulfilled.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Don't worry, Rita. Much like CowWhore #74 here, you're not going to worry about anything."

The belt stopped in the final area.
A big screen lowered from above, right in front of the exit.
Angelique appeared on the screen.
"Before I begin the program, I wanted to tell you how much I'm going to enjoy this. As much as I respected your ruthlessness, your time is over. Your stubborn refusal to adapt and accept a partnership led to this.
And thanks to my college connections from back in the day, all of this was made possible!
And unlike you, I took the time to learn how the milk is made. I observed every aspect personally and not just delegated anything I considered trivial.
So I'm the only one who knows how to work this for now.
I could ask my old friend how he designed it, but he's off being a very horny pig somewhere in Germany, not that he's aware!"

Angelique laughed at that.
"And not that you'll remember, but soon enough, you'll be reunited with Maria! Farewell, Rita! And hello CowWhore #75!"
The screen went black for a few seconds, while more clamps shot out from the panels, to keep Rita's face in place, and smaller, delicate metal hands came down to hold Rita's eyes in place and not damage her.
Rita would be forced to pay attention to whatever would happen next.

Once everything was in place, the screen returned to life with a hypnotic swirl and a soft, soothing voice came from the speakers.

"Welcome, convert!
Whomever you were before this life does not matter now.
You have been selected for conversion into the life of Mistress Angelique's Sexpets, a high honour indeed!
Your memories do not have relevancy, your position in life is of no concern.
From this day forward, you are a sexpet.
And you will love it.
No more fears, no more concerns, no more need for anger.
Those are human emotions.
And you are not a human.
You are an animal used for sexual gratification.
For your betters."

Rita couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Now she understood what happened to all her employees.
And it was going to happen to her.
No more would she be able to lord her power and influence over anyone.
She would be no better than her worthless cretins.
In fact, she may even be worse off because they'd have had more time to get used to Mistress-

No, NO, she wasn't Mistress Angelique, she was that bitch who usurped her business.

"It has been decided you shall be a cow, a fine choice indeed!
Your training will consist of learning how you will be milked, how to best act like a slutty cow and forgetting anything you knew of being human."

Rita tried budging once more, but her body was giving in to the drugs.
It was hopeless.
Unless the power shut off in the next few minutes, she would be starting a new life as someone's fuckable livestock.

But would that be so bad? Not having to worry about anything anymore, just living a life of luxur-

No!

Rita tried to refocus.
She never thought she would be susceptible to hypnosis, and she wasn't going to let that cunt win.
She would resist with every fiber of her being.
She wouldn't let some program overwrite her drives, her cunning, her desire to have strangers fuck her beautiful bovine ass-

No, she shouldn't be thinking these thoughts.
But the soothing voice-over coming from the screen was seeping in.

"You don't need all that human knowledge.
Taxes, laws, education.
That's for your superiors.
You are a dumb, happy cow.
You want only to be used, to please your human owner."

Rita wondered how anyone could be taken in by this shit.
Even when you weren't able to focus on anything else, no one would fall this easily.
Who wants to lose their intelligence, their thoughts and become some stupid slut, programmed only to think of others and how to suck them off or eat them out.
Being used day and night, having the best sex of their life, loving their servitude...

She was getting hot just thinking about it and she didn't know why, but she fought on.

"For the next ten minutes, you will hear soothing affirmations of what a good, slutty cow you will be, as we remove all that you used to know."

Rita could do nothing but wait as the final stage of conversion was about to commence.
And in those ten minutes, she had forgotten nearly everything in her life.
Her rise to power.
How she had taken out her superiors and stolen their illegitimate gains.
Hell, she couldn't even remember what line of work she was in anymore.

Her thoughts were being replaced with promises of being milked.
Of sucking so much cock.
Of being told she was never allowed to wear her human name ever again.
And how much she loved her Owner.

"And now, we are at completion. You will make a good cow and your dreams will now consist of you being sold, ready for constant fucking."

Something stirred in the cow.
She liked the idea of constant fucking!

Something lowered from above, and the restraints around the cow's face went away.
A mask was fixed on to the cow's head, and sealed with the same mixture as earlier, to prevent it from being taken off so easily.
The cow liked this, feeling like a proper cow now.
Not a human.
Right?

The conveyor belt started up one last time, heading downwards towards the floor outside.
In front of the cow stood a tall woman with dark-blonde hair.

"Well hello there! Do you know who I am?"
The cow did... or at least, she thought so.
This was her.... Moostress, right?
The cow just nodded.

"I didn't think this would be so easy! Normally I need to plant triggers and other drugs beforehand to speed the process up, but I guess some people really just break easily.
The cow stared up, dumbfounded at what her Moostress- no, Mistress, that was the word!- was saying.

Mistress approached the cow with something in her hand, which she fixed to the cow's ear.
"Now you're no longer Rita, You are CowWhore#75."
What little hadn't been fully erased of Rita reacted to that with her eyes, which Angelique noticed.
"Oh, perhaps you've still got a little bit of fight in you. No matter, it was bound to happen with one of you sooner or later. More corrective hypnosis will get rid of your troublesome human tendencies."

Rita's eyes widened again, realizing eventually, she would be replaced with a dumb, horny cow no matter how much she had been able to avoid full conversion.
But she was even more horrified at the thought of wanting it to happen now, so she could finally be fucked in her new, true form.
True form?
Oh, she really was slipping.

Angelique gently patted CowWhore #75 on her back.
"After all, don't you want to be like CowWhore #74? She may have been a good lieutenant for you, but she's a much better fuckpet! And if you submit fully, I may sell you both together, since you wanted so badly to have her back."

It took Rita a moment, but she realized who Angelique was referring to.
Anything that was Maria had fully vanished, replaced only with a lusty bovine that was trying to nuzzle Rita, like she was trying to make friends.
"Aww, she likes you! See, CowWhore #75? This is a chance for a new start! You'll be so much more popular!"
Rita wanted to cry.

"Now, are you ready to accept your new life?"
Rita looked up at Angelique, the woman who took everything from her, including her humanity and freedom of choice.
She wanted to rage, to cry, to beg.
But all she could do was respond in one word.
"Mooooo."

Angelique smiled.
"That's a good cow. But I think I know one way to show you how your new life will quickly become the default.

She ushered her new cow to join her at a bench, telling CowWhore #74 to stay put.
Angelique undressed in front of her new plaything.
"You know what to do, CowWhore #75."

Rita stared at Angelique's beautiful body.
As a human, she hadn't had real interest in women.
But as a CowWhore, she got very hot thinking about naked bodies in general.

Her Mistress pointed down to her pussy, waiting expectantly.
CowWhore #75 saw it and something clicked right away, walking over to eagerly service her Owner.
She began licking, never more than two seconds did tongue ever stray from her Owner's pussy.

Angelique started calling out in excitement.
She didn't know which was hotter, the tongue of her new pet, or the fact that she had broken her rival to the point where she would soon accept her fate wholeheartedly.

She came not long after, which her pet cleaned up with little instruction.
Angelique put her clothes back on and composed herself.
"You did such a good job, CowWhore #75! You're gonna make a great pet when we break the remnants inside you!"

Those remnants of Rita didn't want to agree, but yet, the vessel let out a loud and happy "Mooo!"

"Come along, cowsluts! We need to get you home for the night and get you used to your new diets and sleeping arrangements."
CowWhore #74 followed happily, but CowWhore #75 was hesitant.
"CowWhore #75, you ARE a good girl aren't you?"
CowWhore #75 had a little flash of something, like a previous life.
She didn't know why, but she wanted to stay.

But then she looked up at her Owner again, and followed along slowly.
"Mooo!"
"That's right, you're a good girl. But you'll be an ever better girl once we get that nasty human stink off you."
CowWhore #75 couldn't agree more.
After all, she was supposed to be a cow, and that's all she ever had been.

Hadn't she?

THE END.