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Pillow 23 - Red Hood / Bat-Cow X
🕑 Added 2022-02-03 17:54:53 +0000 UTC(Man into cow-TG)*
The conflict between The Coachwoman and the Bat-family had escalated into a full scale war being waged on the streets of Gotham. While Batman still wanted to approach the matter with patience and caution, his younger and more hot-blooded sidekicks had other strategies in mind.
Inparticular Jason Todd and Damian Wayne.
The Red Hood and the previous Robin didn’t often see things eye to eye, that’s not to say they were like clashing bulls, but when it involved stopping villains they agreed on what procedure worked best:.
Direct conflict.
After Batwoman’s disappearance Damian had stopped attending his college classes to help Jason with the investigation and both super-hero-men soon uncovered a lead that eventually became a raid on a warehouse that the Ringmasters, the gang the Coachwoman had been building up, were using as a hideout.
A very poorly thought raid.
There had been Goons everywhere, fists, kicks and broken bones, the Coach woman herself was there. In the centre of the brawl Red Hood quickly dispatched three thugs at once and looked around for his partner.
The boy wonder was engaging with the Coachwoman herself. The unapologetically lustful villainess, despite having been robbed of her whp by a clever maneuver with Robin’s combat staff, still managed to corner Robin against a wall.
Yet Robin didn’t seem at all worried, leaping against that wall he jumped over the villainess and kicked her in the back and then shouted, “I’m kicking you all the way to Arkham, you old hag!”
A furious Coachwoman regained her balance, pulling a silver star in the shape of a pentagram from her coat pocket.
“Robin! Behind you!” Red Hood yelled.
One of the remaining goons appeared and grabbed Robin from behind.
Robin rapidly began to deal with that goon, but the insight of experience while watching the scene unfold from a distance told Red Hood that it wasn’t going to be enough. In the Coachwoman’s hand the silver star was glowing.
“Old hag?!” she gloated out loud. “Let’s see if Batman keeps sending his lousy prodiges when I send them back as cattle!”
The star flew from her hand, directly towards Robin.
In that split second, beneath the red hood of his hero costume, Jason realized there was only one option…
Only one.
He jumped forward.
A bright burning light hit him right on his rear.
A scream of pain resounded around the warehouse.
…
The velocity of the red bike made the fallen foliage from the woods surrounding Wayne Manor fly. Without stopping the vehicle crossed inbetween the trees like a flash of lightning, Robin was driving it while holding onto a dizzy half-unconscious Red Hood the best he could.
“Da… D-Damian…” babbled Red Hood. “Donnnt…”
“Hold on! Don’t leave me! We are almost there!” Robin grunted, pushing the gas harder.
They reached the creek, the waterfall in the manor’s shadow. The bike roared, jumped forward, disappeared behind the veil of water. Robin stopped the bike right at the end of the tunnel behind the waterfall.
The Batcave
“Tim! Dick!” Daman shouted in panic, taking off his mask as he helped Red Hood get off the bike.
The first and third Robin, Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, were in the keep, maintaining their usual vigilance at the bat-computer. They rushed to aid their companions, Tim arrived first and grabbed Red Hood’s other arm to help Damian carry the half-unconscious hero.
“He's burning up!” said Tim, checking the pulse in his wrist. “His pulse is going crazy! We have to lay him down!”
“Nnnnnh…” Red Hood gurgled.
“What the heck happened?!” Dick asked as he followed them.
Damian explained as best as he could as they dragged Red Hood towards a table.
“The warehouse at Dixon Dock, we had a fresh lead, a bunch of ringmasters were there and then that goddamn @#!$% appeared…!”
“The Coachwoman?!” Dick shouted.
“Yes, she was there, almost as if she knew…!”
“Of course - it was a trap! You two shouldn’t have gone there alone!”
“Thanks for the insight, Dick! Do you think any of that matters now? We were handling her goons perfectly well, but then she threw… some sort of glowing star at me, Jason jumped in front of me and took the shot on… his rear…”
“Yeah, you two idiots deserve to get shot in the ass!”
“Can you two stop and help already!” yelled Tim, stopping the other two in mid-argument.
Without adding any more snark to the fire Dick pushed everything on the table onto the floor, and the other two laid Red Hood on it’s surface.
“We have to remove that stupid mask…!” Tim ordered. “The belt too!”
The noise, the shaking…
Jason slowly opened his eyes and perceived a blurry image of his three sidekick siblings looking down at him with different degrees of worry and anger. It mortified him almost as much as the growing heat building up in his entrails.
“Just #$!”& awesome… please, just tell me Bruce isn’t here…!” he groaned.
“Don’t move!” told Tim to him.
“&%##!” Jason tried to get up, but he was held down sideways. “Damian… Damian goddamit… I told ya to just wait, why did you bring me back to the cave?”
“What did you want me to do?” Damien squeaked. “Just leave you there?!”
“Yes!”
“Shut up!” shouted Tim. “Stop moving! Dick, help me with his pants!”
Jason felt the cold on his butt-skin, the itch burned a scar.
“Holy tombstone!” Dick gasped. “They got you really good in the ass, brother!”
“I’ve never seen…” Tim pondered. “Well, I have seen but… just…”
“In cattle!” Jason confirmed his suspicions. “You’ve seen it in cattle cause it is a the mark of livestock… Let me get up!”
“That woman is a psycho…” Dick babbled.
“Let me get up already!”
They continued holding Jason down, despite his protests and struggles, their voices overlapping.
“No! We have to treat the wound, clean it!”
“Where's the disinfectant?”
“Jason, I’m sorry, it’s my fault…!”
“S-stop… I don’t have… I can’t hold…!”
“Stop moving!”
“I found it!”
“Maybe we should wake Alfred?”
Jason put his feverish forehead against the tablet, clenched his teeth, part of his penis had slid out of his pants and he could feel the table’s cold surface against it.
“A cow…” he gasped with a soft cry. “I’m going to transform into a cow…”
The others ignored him.
“Did he hit his head too?”
“I don’t think so…”
“We need the gauze too!”
“I’M GOING TO TRANSFORM INTO A %”@%! COW!”
Jason’s cry resounded around the walls of the bat-cave. Thanks to the boost of energy from his anger he managed to shake off his restraints and get up, moving away from the table, he put some distance between himself and the other three men that were staring at him, totally puzzled by his behavior.
His pants remain half way down, revealing his abs and his shaved and painfully erect cock. A tall man in his thirties at his physical peak, with white hair forming bangs over his forehead in front of his thick black hair, he was gasping like a bound beast.
Dick raised both hands and took a step towards him.
“Calm down, man, don’t panic, it’s just a flesh-wound, let us…!”
“Don’t come any closer, Grayson!”
Dick stopped.
“Okay, we just want to help you.”
“You can’t help me! I hnnnnnngggggGGGHHHH!” Jason fell back in pain, grabbing his forehead with both hands, his cock twitched. “I see it… the calves… suckling… The goddamn… BULLS! I can barely… hold… I’m going to explode!”
“He must have a concussion…“ Tim speculated.
“There’s freaking space wizards around, Tim! For fffffffg…! Is it really that hard to convince your big brain that I’m about to transform into a cow?!”
“Then let us help you!” screamed Damian. “Maybe Zatanna…!”
“There is no time! I HAVE NO TIME! Don’t you understand?! I’m done! Jjjjjjjjjjhhhh! Shut up! Just SHUT UP and listen to what I’m saying for once!” he looked at his three adventurous partners, begging, pleading. “I know how it sounds… How it looks, but just listen… This may be our only chance, this is what she does, she has been transforming people into livestock and selling them all over the place… That’s why we haven’t found any of them, maybe that’s why she’s targeting the costumed weirdos first and… There’s more, it isn't just the flesh that she changes, she changes their… s-story…”
“What does that even mean?!” asked Tim.
“That’s the reason why we can’t remember Batwoman’s name, she MUST have been transformed and her persona was re-written into whatever beast she became…”
Dick crossed his arms, putting as much effort as everybody else in the scene to ignoring Jason’s nude throbbing erection.
“How do you know all this?” was his only question.
“Because her magic wants you to know! To destroy the persona! To completely humiliate…! It breaks you into parts t-that end up trapped in… a sexually agonizing shard echoing around in the instinct of the beast, barely aware, but totally impotent to do anything other than be, because that’s all you are… the #!!% cow!” Jason gulped. “The person can only be recalled by those that see the changes or if they have a very strong connection with them… but if she manages to brand you the new form is your dried ink… That’s why it can’t be stopped! Nor reversed… there’s nothing left… That’s why it’s permanent!”
“B-but…” Damian babbled.
“There’s no more buts, Damian! This is my end of the line… Don’t waste it! You three have the upper hand now, know what she does… Use it to stop her insanity!” he bent, groaning in pain. “Damian, listen, it’s not your fault… It’s not your fault, you’re a good man and you willllllllllllggggggggggggggg!”
Jason’s cock twerked and unloaded a splash of cum onto the floor. Much later Tim would analyze the splash and discover it was a mix of sperm and milk, but at that moment the attention of the three standing sidekicks was entirely focused on Jason.
As the doomed man yelled, the star mark on his butt ignited, sending a wave of magical flames that entirely engulfed his clothes, disintegrating them until he was completely naked.
After he was left without anything covering his skin Jason dropped to his knees, putting his hands on the floor, breathing heavily as his sex grew flaccid.
“I should… I should have stayed in the Lazarus Pit…” he grunted, half-sobbing.
The pain nailed him down and he began to change.
First, the most obvious change you would expect from someone claiming to be a cow, horns grew from his forehead, followed by spinal vertebrata popping one after another until a tail with a tuft of hair at the end sprouted, fully formed, from his rear.
Every inch of Jason’s skin tensed, muscles twitched, bones shook.
The tail swung and Damian, Tim and Dick’s mouths all dropped open, no matter how much they wanted to, they couldn’t deny it anymore… what Jason had told them was true and it had started…
Covered in sweat and with his brain throbbing into dizziness the transforming man bent completely backwards with a surprising flexibility. Between his legs his crotch was fully exposed to his unwanted audience.
Whilst on top his stomach began to swell, his penis trembled and…
“Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!” a bizarre groan of pleasure.
Flaccid and impotent, that penis shrank down as his pelvis was sucked up the testicles, leaving the scrotum as a saggy meat sack that soon receded into the body following the missing balls. It wrinkled up, darkened and had a leathery surface… open up…
“That’s… That’s a…” mumbled Dick.
“He… He means a cow as in… A cow, cow…” babbled Tim. “Dairy cow… female…”
“YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSH!” screamed Jason in a brutishly beastly manner as his bovine cunt formed fully.
A very feminine hole, by a cows standards anyhow, large, moist, rough… The penis was completely reduced into a clit, a prominent vulva…
“The huuuuuumiliation!” Jason grabbed his growing belly with both hands. “The huuuuuuuuuuumilliation is what shesh waaantsh!”
Behind him, beneath the tail, his buttocks spread to reveal a butthole as healthy as the vagina. Growing in size in all directions, his shadow enlarging across the three spectating sidekicks. Ears elongated, neck expanded and lengthened, shoulder blades separated.
Above the fattening belly his chest also inflated just as quickly, into what could have been mistaken for breasts, at least for a short time. The nipples stretched into teats that split from two pairs of one to two pairs of two, after that the two boob-like pectoral protuberances merged into one, becoming veiny and pink, and slowly slid towards his groin.
“Muu! MUUUU! MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”
Huge and deformed, Jason bellowed as he acquired an udder.
Half-man, half-cow, with the balance clearly rapidly tilting towards the cow side. Brown and white fur sprouted from his back and proceeded to aggressively take over the skin up and down. The limbs were next, arms and legs elongated, fingers and toes clustered into hooves.
“MRUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!”
Jason raised himself up on all fours as the weight of the changes locked his bones in a quadrupedal state. The udder shivered between the legs, the tail swinging, the furry coat conquering all…
At the end of the bulky neck the head, barely the last bastion of the man he wasn’t meant to be any more, was caught in the process of destruction and deformation towards bovine-hood. His muzzle swelled as his hair dropped out, leaving only a short dark tuft between the horns in which remained a bang of white hair.
“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaash! Duuuuuuuuunt tell anybuudy!“ he pleaded with a pathetic voice at the end of his humanity. “Duuuuuuuun teeeeeeeeeeeell!”
“Jason…” Tim tried to argue with the almost-cow. “We can’t just…”
The saliva spitting bellows were louder than him though.
“DUUUUUUUUUUUN TELLLLLLLLLLL! PROMUUUISH! PRUUUMOOOOISHHHH!”
“We won’t tell,” Dick assured him in a solemn tone. “None of us, to anybody, promise… Rest easy, bro…”
“Thankyuuuuuuuuuuu! Yuuuuuu haveee tooooo stuuuuup that… Yuuuuu haaaaave tooooo moooooooteeeee muuuuuuu!” I wannnee be maaaaaaateeeeee by biggest buuuuull! MuuuuuuULK! Buuuuuuuuuull!” as the the cracking sounds engulfed his skull and the transformation hastened towards it’s inevitable conclusion his voice degenerated into incomprehensible gibberish until… “MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
A cow stood in the Batcave.
An adult cow, female, covered in white fur with brown spots, a dull nervous expression on her face with a spark of deep sorrow in her large black eyes. As a final twist of the twisted humiliation the cow had a brown spot around those eyes, a sort of mask in the shape of a bat, very similar to the ones Batman himself used.
The cow was nervous, confused, horny…
Damian walked towards the beast, put a hand on her forehead and gently rubbed.
“Don’t worry girl, we will take care of you…”
“Muuu…!”
Another hero lost to Coachwoman’s scheme.
The Red Hood was gone.
Now only Jay the Bat-Cow remained.
