The night dragged on in a pink blur, bodies on bodies, holes stretched over cocks and toys, pain turned to bliss.

Marion's admonishment was enough, though. One Lottery tonight, then enjoy the Culling tomorrow.

Stephen was still fondling what was left of Sweetie when Marion and I came up for air. Poor boy, Sweetie made him so very big this time.

The Machine whispered to me, and I had to giggle.

'I'll have to make her stretchier, when you're ready to land. Make her insides… Hmmm… So he can go straight through.'

The picture in my head. Grassy rolling fields, a tall tree. Stephen leaning back against it.

Poor Sweetie getting pumped up and down, Stephen's cock jutting out her mouth, the new world's happiest little masturbation sleeve.

I swooned, I really did. But Marion's who I want, games aside.

That nice lady that caught Sweetie's mess sauntered over, and together, we helped get Sweetie off Stephen.
Poor boy, so very big, he had to settle for the three of us licking up every drop of gore.

And then every drop of cum when we set him off again…

And then…

Well, nobody was interested in dinner at that point.

Stephen hung on to Sweetie's bits while everyone in attendance teased the monster cannon.

Marion found cuffs and a strapon in a toy box.

Stephen's such a sweetie. Every time Marion got too playful and pulled my shoulders out of the sockets, he was right there to pop them back in.

The Club makes it feel like bliss, but I know… If I step out, I'll pass out from the pain.

I guess I'll just spend the night here…

>>The dark astrogation lab. The Doldrums between stars.
>>I haven't reset in three years.
>>The stitches in my shoulders still itch, but I have no arms to scratch with.
>>I hear boots in the long hall.
>>Has Master brought guests to play with Pretty Cow?

Shit. I squirm in Marion's arms. We've kissed, we've cried, we know we are one.

Now I'm horny again.

I blush, kissing up to her cheek, and try to lift an arm.

It takes three tries. Damn. My shoulders ARE wrecked.

"You see… You see Nadine over there…?"

Marion glances, blinks. Stares.

Nadine's going to need some time to sort her head out when the time comes, she's lost herself in glorious pain.

She came in with cowspot boots and gloves, now she has cute horns screwed into her skull.

The cute little F-cups she started the night with are lying on the table.

As are the bigger and bigger replacements she's grown and quickly had lopped off.

She's up on a stripper pole, swinging around massive knockers I can't even guess at. Sliding down to her knees, pole behind her back, she looks up at her new friend. A blonde in cowboy boots and a hat, and nothing else but a belt with a holster, spray gun, and four giant tanks of emergency derma-gro on her hips.

Nadine nods up at her cowgirl, and the blond grabs one udder, milk spewing as she slips a long knife under and quickly snips off the giant globe.

Nadine shrieks and thrashes while everyone around the table cheers. The cowgirl slams the massive globe down, quickly snipping off the other.

Nadine sobs happily as she starts twirling on the pole again. I can see her ribs, her muscles, as blood spatters down over the crowd. The cowgirl is holding up two fingers, but everyone in the crowd is holding up four.

Whistling for Nadine, the sobbing cow crawls over, sitting up and presenting her bare, bloody chest.

The Cowgirl fiddles with the spraygun, and starts hosing down her bloody wounds.

Nadine shrieks and moans, her wounds suddenly hissing and smoking and coated with frost. Wriggling as her cheeks flood with tears, she suddenly lets out a loud MOOOOO as two massive, bouncy, perfectly round tits erupt from both her gaping chest wounds.

I nuzzle and kiss Marion's cheek, while Nadine's breasts ballon into a quartet of massive pink breasts, udder-like nipples already stiff and spurting cream.

Nadine whispered something to the cowgirl, and she nods. There's a sound of disappointment as the two step down, but a loud cheer as a new pair climb up, accepting knife and gunbelt.

"When… When we cycle back…?"

Marion practically purrs as she gives me a squeeze, gesturing in a different corner.

Another woman is there, slowly swiveling her hips, thin strips of silk swirling from her waist and hair. She has fresh stitches and rings in her shoulders where her arms should be.

"An easy round, next time. I'll take your arms as soon as I find you. Mmm, give you four of these…" She murmurs, kneading my tits again. "And then some horns. Then we teach you to dance like her."

I have to blink a couple times. "Armless four-titted hucow harem girl…?"

"I like mixing metaphors. But no nose ring." She kisses my nose. "It's too cute without.

I giggle, and cuddle in tight, while Marion whispers threats of sexual mutilation in my ear.

We are SO not ready to land.

We're so engrossed with each other, we don't even notice the fanfare, or the drawing.

We didn't win, of course.

But we both pop our heads up when we hear the wheel start to clatter and spin.

"Oh wow! We almo- Caroline! Look, Caroline won!"

I haven't seen her in so long. I don't think Marion knows her at all.

It's blissful agony as I force my ruined shoulder to work, waving my arm up high.

Caroline spots me up on stage. I remember her with tamer hair. Now a massive mop of zig-zagged kinky hot pink hair bobs and waves around her excited face. She raises one arm up high to wave, clutching her other fist up close to her chin.

I've never seen her so excited.

I've also never seen luminescent electric lime fishnet gloves or stockings, or blue plastic heels that flash brightly with each excited little hop.

Marion lets out a little gasp. "… If I make you a dancy-cow, I want-"

I smooch her cheek hard. "Only if it's your ONLY outfit. The WHOLE cycle."

Marion looks shocked for a moment. But then, she lets out a couple wobbly, squeaky sounds, before managing a quiet, squeaky "Y-Yes please…"

More giggling. I wave again, Caroline waves back. I shudder in blissful agony. God DAMN my shoulders are wrecked.

There's a loud cheer as the spinning wheel stops.

Mister Saw. Caroline lets out a shriek of glee, falling to her knees, and has an orgasm right then and there on the stage, to the cheering of everyone.

She staggers to the stage as the curtains open, climbing up onto a low metal table.

Well, two narrow tables, side by side. She spreads her thighs wide, slipping her ankles and wrists into loops of silken rope.

There's a sudden singing of steel spinning high overhead, and from above the stage lowers a ten foot sawblade, slowly getting up to speed. The massive teeth are visible for a moment before mixing into a blur.

The whole assembly slowly rotates side to side as the saw slowly eases up between Caroline's eagerly spread thighs. She squeals and a mist flies out over the crowd, squirting an orgasm right into the blade.

It's soon followed by insane screeches of agonized bliss, a red haze painting over the crowd as the blade hogs up through Caroline's body, slitting her in half right up the middle. The whole stage slowly turns side to side, painting everyone up close in red.

I only half-watch. Marion's fingers are in my ass and my snatch, and I squeal nearly as loud as the saw bisecting her sternum.

It's over far too soon, but the Big Finish always is. Caroline is in two, gore has sprayed the crowd, and the saw with her entrails slowly rises again while the curtains close.

Marion kisses my cheek. "Let's go see your friend off," she says, and grips my arms around the biceps to lift me.

Oh.

Oh I guess my shoulders WERE pretty bad.

I slowly come out of the pink fog. Nadine is there, happy bouncy hucow, her cowgirl friend fondling a forearm-size udder while accepting the spray gun from Marion.

"I swear, you just fall apart at these parties," Marion scolds me, hoisting me to my wobbling feet by the big rings where my arms used to be.

I blush, I giggle. I've had worse. It's only for a day.

I practically prance over to the stage, towering heels skidding in the blood and cum. Marion has to catch me a couple times, but I'm as happy as a schoolgirl.

Caroline is there. Her eyes milky white, but both halves of her face…

Well. She's beside herself with joy.

Only one hatch to The Machine below us opens. The rolling, gnashing grinder teeth are starting to roll. The orange-blue sparkling glow is shining between them.

Caroline, Lady of the night, slides in first. Marion lends me her hand so I can blow a kiss goodbye, while her carcass is crushed and chewed and pulverized.

It's still a bit of a shock, watching my arms tossed in. But Marion's hand on my breast-

"Wait. These are bigger!"

Marion giggles, kneading my swollen tit, pinching and tugging my billiard-ball teat, sending gushes of milk down into the grinder.

"I couldn't help it…"

Nadine and her cowgirl are happily hefting breast after breast into the grinder, each bursting like a balloon filled with fat and milk. There's a lot that aren't Nadine's. A few have brick red skin. One pair-

"Those were mi-! Oooooh…."

I have to slump against Marion as she kneads my tits, Nadine giggling as she's hosed by my cream. "Everything goes back to The Machine, sweetie. Now we've had a long night, little schoolgirl. Tomorrow, you get the red plug in your ass and I get the blue."

My heart nearly explodes, it's beating so hard. I orgasm twice, right there in her hands.

Five million volt final kiss.

Oh I am SO not ready to land.