RIO<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Rio_Avatar2.jpg)<br/><br/>It had been great weather this last few weeks, awesome sunshine and hardly any summer storms, just one or two talking and stalking across the prairie at night in the booming distance. Right now though, it was sunny and I love it sunny. I'd got up early today, showered and served a quick breakfast of juice, coffee, cereal, and eggs on pancakes for everyone - I mean someone has to do it, right? I seem to be the junior female round here so by default I get to play at being mom all the time. Hell, we need a maid is what we need.<br/><br/>Anyway, meh, I'm sidetracking... whatever. I'd gone out with Goran to milk Molly who of course loved it as usual, even more so when Goran dropped his pants and took her really hard right there in the milking stall. I think secretly she likes it in the stall, the way the bars close over her arms and legs and her head is held in the brace facing the pumping tank - she can't move an inch and of course her big ass is in the air, legs spread so Goran did what comes naturally and had her squealing and mooing and grunting in no time. She seems happy though I wouldn't want to carry those four huge tits around all day, it'd do your back in. No wonder she crawls everywhere.<br/><br/>After Goran had finished we left his victory mark dribbling down her leg, led her out to pasture, returned to clean out her stable and then put feed in the other animals stalls, let some out in the sun and mucked out. I was done by late morning and telling Goran I was going to have a break and a soda I got myself a Coke from the machine in the back yard and returned to the stable area.<br/><br/>I went over to see Sally in her sty, a little cosy red brick building that's just outside. Like Molly I was curious about this work Ms. Andrews did. Of course it was highly illegal and I was a party to the crime but even so, that didn't scare me, or bother me. Why should it? I've done my share of small time crime in my days. But I did find the transformed girls intriguing. Both had had their higher brain functions disabled, Sally more than Molly who could still form simple sentences but both were obviously quite content. I mean the amount of sex they got would make an internet pornstar envious. Lots of the workers used both girls relentlessly, probably because they were basically still human and looked like people more than animals - and of course both were cute in a certain way - and I guess that several of the farmhands were not the most beautiful specimens of manhood and might have trouble picking up girls in town, so they did it here, raping the animals because they couldn't say no.<br/><br/>The girls were happy, they got lots of sex which they clearly enjoyed, squealing in orgasm most times they got mounted, and they looked cute. I wondered if Ms. Andrews planned on doing any more transformations. That cat wasn't much use, he was always off somewhere doing mischief. I liked Musco, he had an awesome bod, really smooth and lean, such a little hottie, I'd love to get him in the sack someday as long as he kept his claws away but he was just a cat basically, aloof and a loner. No, I wondered if Ms. Andrews might work on more people. I'd love one as a pet of my own. A dog or a cat, or maybe someone a bit cow-like who wasn't a complete animal and who I could put a maids dress on and teach the basics of breakfast, dinner and doing the washing up. Now<em>that</em>would be fuckin' useful. And pretty hot too.<br/><br/><strong>"Morning Sally,"</strong>I cooed down at the girl who was lying naked in a puddle of mud and straw in the corner of the sty,<strong>"Let Aunty Rio give you a nice hose down, hm? I'll get your feed trough out in the yard and you can have a nice lunch while I clean out your pen. Then after lunch I'll run the hose over you and rub you down and get you all pretty, eh? C'mon girly, let's go."</strong><br/><br/>I opened the sty gate and slipped Sally's leather and chain lead through her nose ring, tugging gently until she was on all fours, her small back seeming to be too slender to support the huge breasts Ms. Andrews had grown on her and the unlikely massive curving rump with the little coiled pink tail looking too sexy to be true. She was a pretty thing, with big doe-like eyes and a small nose. I think she was prettier than Molly and when I saw her like this I wondered what she had been like - and who she had been - before her path crossed with the people here.