Happy Cows -- The Crowd Pleaser (Semi-Furry, Transformation, Futa-on-Female, Strapon)

Hey, everyone. Wrote this up for a friend of mine, and thought I'd post it here, too.

If anyone's curious, the Happy Cows thing is sort of my idea for a new mini-setting, and I'll probably be posting other stories in that setting every now and then.

Anyway, on with the show!

That day was more than a little boring. It was a Saturday, which meant that there wasn’t anything to do other than watch TV. Jenna was dressed only in a t-shirt and her simple white cotton panties, flicking the satellite channels while she idly munched on some rice cakes. This lasted most of the morning, and when it was nearly lunch-time, Jenna was getting ready to pull her long black hair out in fistfuls.

She got to her feet and walked to the kitchen, getting ready to get one of her hard lemonades. Drinking during the day wasn’t a sign of the mentally stable, but she was so bored she was desperate for something, anything to do. Just when she had opened the refridgerator door and leaned down to grab the bottle, her doorbell rang.

“Huh.” She stood and closed the door before she grabbed her robe, which was sitting nearby. After she slipped it around her well-built, athletic form, she walked to the door and looked through the peephole. There was nothing there, though, just the opposite wall of the apartment building’s hallway.

“Weird, I wonder if it it was a prank?” Most people would’ve been at least irritated, but Jenna was actually considering giving the kid a soda just for breaking up the monotony of her day. She swung the door open and looked back and forth, but, even then, there was nothing to see. No 12 year old prankster, no Mormon, nothing.

“Dammit,” she muttered, “I was hoping for some kind distraction, but . . .” Before she closed the door, though, she noticed that there was a package sitting at the foot of the doorway. It wasn’t that large, and it’s cardboard side proclaimed the product to have been sent from HAPPY COWS company. “Oh, I’ve heard of these guys,” she said, leaning down to grab the package. “They’re a sex toy shop.” She picked up the package and gave the label a close inspection.

“The Crowd Pleaser,” she read aloud. Despite looking over the package for a little while longer, she really couldn’t find any more information. She hadn’t ordered something like that, though, and she checked the “send to” section of the mailing label. Oddly enough, it was her name.

“Man, weird.” She shrugged and stepped inside, saying, “But, hey, it is mine, so might as well see what the deal is.” Once she had nudged the door shut, she placed the package on the counter and opened it up. Inside was what looked like a strap-on dildo, only it was . . . strange. It was bovine in appearance, with the dildo partially covered by a furr-patterned sheath, and there were even . . .

Jenna’s eyes bugged out of her head. “Are you