Nadine really is the best of us, suffering in this mad, mad world.

——-

Riots. It always comes down to riots.

The crew is diverging further.

Of 500,000 souls, nearly 200,000 are in long term storage, waiting for landfall.

Time and my brain full of fuck makes a liar of me once again.

Sweetie and Stephen… Well, we always missed them, but really, we needed their advice.

The Machine was being nice to us, back then. It let us… Nudge them. And they agreed to come up and visit.

Poor Sweetie, though. Nine foot Stephen in bare feet and bib overalls is one thing.

Three and a half foot, orange-haired, long-eared elf traipsing about in naught but nurse hat, long gloves, stockings and six inch heels got more than a few disapproving stares.

I blew more than one raspberry back. (Even if I AM cherry flavour…) I was still using the blue-haired, six-titted, black-splotched cowgirl template when they visited, and mixing that and the super-skimpy schoolgirl outfit always makes me act… Well, like an immature brat, to be honest.

It was so much nicer in the Agri wing. Kau had a half-dozen cowgirls on the range, plus Nadine asleep on her lap. Marion happily shed her Captain's uniform as soon as Stephen's code locked the door.

Private party, no looky-loos.

Kau had a hat and boots in Marion's size already waiting. My skimpy little costume was still too much, though. They both glared as I pouted and huffed, but I peeled it all off when Nadine stirred a little, mumbling about an extra cowbell.

It's nice and cool between my tits, and clunks and clanks when I wobble.

Agri is still Stephen's domain, even when the King is asleep in the Machine. Sweetie's nurse outfit stayed.

The talk was long and… I should've been more involved, but I was Cow because my head was more full of Fuck than usual.

Instead, I just milled with the other six on hands and knees, licking and kissing, sometimes coming up for headpats and brushes.

The problem was, with the crew diverging, with the Machine playing its games, and with the charade of the Machine in a mad panic spewing out bodies to fix a crisis that was fixed… God. Thousands and thousands of years ago, why were we still… Well.

Insane sadistic murderous masochistic suicidal murder bunnies?

Who still congregated in a fancy banquet hall, dressed up pretty, and started gruesomely slicing each up before pulling one guest from a lottery and subjecting them to some insane stagecraft demise?

"And then pie," chirped the newest cow. She blushed, and scrunched her nose when Marion gently touched it, then mumbled happily as she chewed the slice of apple she was given.

"Pie. And then an angry riot as the ones who aren't interested in Murderpalooza demand we set down next time we swoop past our landing planet, which we have sailed straight past at least a half-dozen times so far.

Stephen let out a sigh, and gave up on trying to shoo away Sweetie getting his overalls open. While seven of us cows gazed in awe of the monolith the bouncy tiny imp nurse was summoning from his trousers, Nadine, Marion, and Kau listened to Stephen spell out a simple observation, and a plan.

He ruffled Nadine's hair. He knew about her story, her mental health collapse, her healing. "This pretty little thing's your guide," he rumbled. "I mean… I dunno about the meal you discussed, but… I mean. If it works as therapy, in here…" He gestured out and around, meaning the ship, as a whole, I guess.

"This place? It's fuuuuucked up."

But he had a point to make. It's only hell if you wallow in what you dislike.

Stephen and Sweetie had made peace with themselves and each other. They were content with the way things worked, here in Agriculture.

He sighed, a heavy hand kneading, fondling Sweetie's ass. "Seems like… Seems like… That place." He was trying to wrangle his thoughts.

He shrugged, and picked up the wriggly little elf, a hand on either thigh as he gently, lovingly pushed her down over his massive cock.

It really was fascinating, watching what they did to Sweetie. Her pelvis gave a soft -click-clack- as it unlatched, her hips spreading unnaturally, bouncy ass flattening as his massive cock just slid right up her suddenly gaping anus.

Her belly gargled and churned, squelching wetly as all her soft insides scooted aside. She was hyperventilating with excitement, a hand down at her flattened snatch, tiny slit in front of the gaping maw that had been her tight little anus.

Stephen was such a sweetie, bending in to kiss the back of her head. One hand moved up to her shoulder, a big fingertip nudging and rolling her big, wobbly tit, squeezing out a sprinkling spray of milk that made our herd moo in appreciation.

Sweetie managed to whisper "I love this part" before she let out a warbling moan of ecstacy, the skin between her breasts stretching as her ribcage just… Opened.

She must have a couple extra joints, i supposed, licking cream off another cow's ass. Nadine, from the taste of her skin. She wasn't watching, turned around, her head down between Kau's thighs and licking.

She didn't watch Sweetie's eyes cross and roll back, her hand jerk up and away as her stretched, flattened cunt spasmed, squirting and sputtering sweet strawberry mist all over one curious green-haired cow that got too close. She squealed with glee as the herd fell on her

>>biting, clawing, entrails flying

… LICKING GENTLY as Sweetie's squeals and giggles and moans were reduced to panicked gargles, eyes wide and pupils dialated with glee while her throat ballooned.

Her head cocked back at an unnatural angle, sweetie gargled again as her jaw disjointed with a soft click, left half and right half stretching away from her skull as her cute, tiny, kissable mouth stretched and gaped into a yawning maw, Stephen's maul of meat sliding inch by inch from her lips.

They both let out a shuddering sigh as her splayed hips met his lap with a thump.

I heard lots of little gasps and moans when she did. I shuddered myself, a gentle little orgasm of my own.

I felt Madeline's hand on my ass. Gentle. Stroking. Then pulling me in to cuddle, watching Stephen slowly stroke the stretched-out sleeve of Sweetie up and down his cock.

He had that… Half-drunk wisdom now, ruminating as Sweetie twitched and gargled and squirted strawberry.

"We… Mmmh. We pu-uuuhhhh.. Put our… Demons behind us…" he whispered, stealing a brush from one cow's thighband to gently, lovingly smooth out Sweetie's tangled hair.

"S-UUUHMMM..times…" He gestured at Nadine's wriggling ass. "You need to… Dig dee-EEP!"

Sweetie was wriggling, her tongue playing where it could, but I could see her whole stretched, distended body rippling and squeezing.

Sweetie wasn't just getting fucked, she was fucking back, in her own way.

"Gotta… Dig deep tah find what's at the core of it all. Make p-ohgod…" A bucketful of clear goo spurted from his tip, oozing down over Sweetie's chin and tits, making her slide even faster than her own strawberry lube allowed.

He was starting to pant. "Nnnf… Your little cowgirl…" he grunted, Sweetie managing to quickly clap her hands in glee as he pumped her up and down a bit faster. "She took a long, hard look, an-HNNN- Made peace wiiiht her.. Past…!"

Nadine smiled a peaceful smile, glowing like a saint, rubbing her cheek against Kau's abs. "I don't need to go, anymore…" She murmured, then looked up between Kau's breast. "But I go when SHE needs me." Nadine squirmed and giggled suddenly, hugging her Herdmistress' middle. "And I LIKE doing what she likes."

"HUUUUOPESHELIKESTHIS" Stephen wheezed and grunted, his massive balls clenching as he pulled Sweetie all the way down, making her gargle in glee as his throbbing rod stretched her wider with every cannonshot of cum, all aimed to splash and splatter over Kau's face and chest, thick ropey trails striping Nadine below like icing on a pastry.

The herd let up a happy cheer, and fell on their HerdMistress as one,
>>screaming and howling as they tore into-
any indignant reaction washed away by seven eager little tongues ferreting up every last drop.

Sweetie got her toes on Stephen's thighs, and slowly pushed off, her mouth and chest clicking neatly back together. She shuddered and wriggled, lingering with her splayed hips around the head of his cock, her mouth a happy little O as his last tapering spurts blew right out her lips.

She pulled her ass free with a loud, wet, uncorking POP, the gaping ring snapping back to a tiny tongue-snuggling pucker, and belched up a gout of Stephen's cum as her hips clacked back into place and her guts settled.

"There's nothing unnatural about that," she cooed, watching Kau giggle and squirm under her happy herd.

——

"There's nothing natural about us," I lamented, gesturing around the club with the tip of my shoe.

Sweetie and Stephen had gone back to sleep seventy years ago. We had tried so hard.

And she did lead us, Nadine. Everyone knew… What she did.

And she was very professional, too. Talking. Sorting out who needed more help, who was content and ready to sleep.

Who didn't NEED this place, like we did.

And we could feel we were going to need it, even more, these coming centuries.

We were exiting the galactic plane, the stars were going out. In fifty years, we'd be in the Doldrums. Seven hundred years of nothing outside the windows but… Void.

When we went a little extra crazy. Like tonight.

I was gesturing across the remnants of the party with my long, ivory white leg, shiny black leather studded in gold up to my hip.

I'd been a naughty Black Lady, so Marion had taken my arms away tonight. I didn't mind, it calmed me down.

Nadine was smiling as she brushed Kau's hair, her herdmistress' head milky-eyed and still.

Kau had been a star in the midshow. She went ass-up in the guillotine, and the train pumped load after load in her for a full fourty five minutes before another hefty overflow through her mouth made her spew out the rope.

We cheated at ten minutes in. All six of Nadine's herd were roasting, and Kau deserved a taste of the first one done. I held the rope in my teeth while Kau praised Nadine's work as a pitmaster, and then I kissed the rope back to Kau's mouth.

Now Nadine was styling Kaugurl's hair, singing quietly to the severed head bleeding on her breasts.

She'd prettied up the six blissfully happy cowgirl heads, too. Six happy heads in a row, surrounded by eight of my tits and my two arms.

The Red Lady had a friend, Nebraska. Firey red hair, tall as the red lady, wearing white stockings and gloves and a bridal veil.

They had strung up a ring of maids around the pole dance table, heels and wrists behind them, heads turned in and down.

They had snipped off two heads at a time, and Nebraska and the Red Lady danced and rubbed and kissed together in the fountains of blood.

All twelve heads were dangling loose by their ponytails now, the blood fountain slowed to a dribble.

But we were watching the stage. Twenty one showgirls in champagne sequins had started the night, and now twenty one more would close it out.

They loaded up, seven at a time across the rack. Slipping feet into the heavy metal loops, spreading wide as they wiggled them up to their hips, shaky hands spreading eager pussies against the rounded head of the eight inch wide, five foot long piston.

With seven in place, the rack rose, and seven more wriggled into place.

Nadine made a questioning noise, but she caught my gesturing leg, pulling it way up over my head.

"Well… Oooh. Well remember how Sweetie… Stretched. And then watch.

The last of the seven showgirls were loaded, three banks at the ready, angling up into the room from the stage.

It locked into place with a jolt, just like when the night opened. The showgirls squealed and giggled in the hellacious pause, and suddenly all shrieked as one-

Nothing happened.

Just long enough for a few confused gasps. A half-second after they all flinched, all 21 Party Poppers fired at once.

Eight inch thick pistons crashed violently forward, a full five feet extension. Pelvises shattered and ribcages splayed, but not before the pulped, mashed remains were violently extruded through gaping, champagne-painted, glittery lips.

They only need two or three feet before the piston was crashing up through ruined throats, tearing free jawbones or whole heads.

The last couple feet was for velocity, the saddles thrusting up as the leg loops unlocked.

With a loud -BANG-BANG- the pistons slammed out and retracted, like a snap of your fingers, and the twenty one gun salute of shredded party poppers filled the air, all airborne guts and gore and beautiful glittering sequined severed heads and legs and shredded ribcages.

The guts and body parts fell short of us, but Nadine, Marion and I all applauded in the crimson rain.

Well, I bounced and made my tits clap.

The Red Lady gave her new friend Nebraska, the white bride drenched blood red, a hard kiss up on the stripper stage, then gestured for her to step forward and wave to the last of us.

Nebraska's stance was wide, her smile broad, her chin high as she raised one hand.

The Red Lady's blade whisked up in a flash, from snatch through the top of her skull.

Nebraska stood frozen for an instant, then her two halves collapsed, dumping her guts in a pile on the stage.

The Red Lady had vanished, of course.

We all took a moment to come down from our orgasms. A haze of blood and gore and sex mixed with a swirl of fruit flavours filled our noses.

Marion let out a fluttering sigh, so lost. I was in a haze.

Nadine asked what I meant about Sweetie.

I had to think, to remember.

"Oh…! Well."

I stretched my long legs, fanned them wide as I dug it up.

"Everywhere… Well. Everywhere Sweetie stretches out, for Stephen."

I gestured with a long ballet heel.

"That's where we're all built to tear apart. And our insides… Well, they hold -together-, until it's time to come out."

I waved my legs a bit, eager to show off my soggy snatch a bit more.

"Blowtorches are teases on our skin, but just a little too much and we start frying up tasty. And yet all the play-torches can't hit that hot. I mean your barbeque has a switch marked 'Play/Cook', sweetie.

Nadine blushed bright red. She hadn't been a meal in so long, but she so loves dancing with the low fire.

The whole herd was licking fresh caramel off her skin before she loaded them up on their spits.

I sighed, and pillowed my head back on Marion's tits. "We're all… We're all tougher than Baseline, some ways, and yet we break apart so easily in others."

>>LiKe iN hEeE-eRe…

I shivered and squirmed. Marion purred.

"Well… I mean." She stroked my hair. "Did this clear your head…? The Doldrums are coming, and we've got almost half our population not cycling."

I shook my head. "No… Nothing came together. It all came-"

I gasped as milennia of engineering flooded my head.

It all came apart, and came back together in a flash.

I tried to push myself to my feet.

Oh. Right. No arms.

All my wriggling just sunk me deep in Marion's cleavage. I peeked up through the heaving globes, and pouted.

"Marion… I'm soooorry… But I need my arms back to fix this…"

Nadine let out a whine. "But… You… You prooooomised!" She cried.

Marion tsked. "Finish your work here, then you can go.

Nadine's legs squirmed and kicked in the air with glee, hands clutching Kau's head to her busts. The rest of the herd forgotten.

I did my best to drag it out, but Marion gave The Black Lady such a tongue. Two feet long, pointed, strong and prehensile.

I made her squeal through clenched teeth, made her writhe, made her buck and rattle the lunette, shiny steel blade swaying with promise.

It was when I darted it all up into her buttercream-flavoured ass that she suddenly sprayed icing on my face and bellowed out a happy MOOO that got snipped short into a foamy gargle.

Marion helped me up, and leaned me forward, straddling Nadine's twitching body. She pulled the cord down, the blade whizzing up past my nose, then she slid me into the upper lunette.

I looked down into Nadine's smiling, blissful face on the pillow.

I couldn't help it, I was so giddy. Everything would work out.

"Head off, ass up! That's the way I want to FU-Ghmph!"

Marion giggled as she pushed the rope between my black lips. "Me too, babe," she purred, and my tongue worked the rope between my teeth while Marion picked her weapon.

Oh my FUCK.

Two of them. I guess four inches thick. A foot long.

They must have a shared handle, her hand is on the small of my back but they move as one.

My tits bounce and flounce against Nadine's cooling udders as those steely half-round bumps flutter and pop through my spasming, fluttering holes.

I gasp and lose three inches of cord when she turns on the power. I manage to snap down on the very tip as I writhe and squeal through my cute little nose.

Massive voltage, zero wattage. Every steely stud the opposite of its neighbour.

The lightning storm rattling in my cunt, in my ass, down my legs and up my belly, making me thrash and dance.

Somehow it makes Nadine's flavour stand out in my mouth.

… Oh! Flavours!

The memory of our nasty baseline flavours is quickly washed over by memories of raspberry, orange, Kau's Pineapple, my own Cherry when the Red Lady helped me taste myself.

Marion turns up the amperage just a sliver.

Over millions of volts, it's enough.

I scream as my meal comes boiling back up my throat. Fifty cocks came in tonight, and Marion had me kneeling at her feet while she greeted each one. Every one unloaded once or twice down in my belly.

I watch the tip of the white rope, blackened from my lips, as it rises from my lips.

My long hair snaps up in a wild fan, lightning snapping between the tips of my locks.

My vision is pink and glitter and lust and orgasm as I feel the natural lubricating fluid in my hip joints boil violently, blowing my legs off my pelvis from my hips.

I feel lightning arc hard between my nipples. My breasts boil fat and detonate just as Nadine's cold tits swell and burst too.

The blade dances through my neck, separating me from my body as the voltage makes it thrash itself apart.

I give a lewd sneer as my face bumps down on Nadine, kissing her as hard as gravity can, smearing my black lipstick on her mouth as my long tongue plunges in, puking that last mouthful of cum into her mouth, make it spurt out the bottom of her severed gullet.

Sweet, innocent cows. You need filthy, raunchy, slutty bimbo brats like me to lead you astray.