Daily Duties (Long ver)

 

Happy new year! Sauce: https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/384261

I also have an alternative, reimagined short version on the next blog post. It was hard to decide which one to post to DA. The year of the ox is not quite here yet, I may post it separately when it comes.

Text: Don’t do anything to piss off the spirits, especially at a shrine known to house some of the more mischievous ones. It was at one of those self-sufficient sites that’s used to educate visitors in the more traditional ways. My friend and I were there on a school trip to help them prepare for the new year. I thought we were going to get a tour, but they brought us to work right away. As only some old guys and some young maidens lived there, they had us boys clean the roofs and gutters while the girls got to trim the plants. It made me get a little annoyed.

They have a little farm area. We went and messed around with the animals, and my friend impressively tipped one of the cows. As we left, we saw one of the maidens sleeping on the job. We took a few goofy pictures of her, me posing in front, and making sure to get an upskirt shot.

As we ran off, we were frozen in our tracks as the divine forces made themselves known. I shrank, every part of my body becoming slimmer as my clothes turned into those of a miko. My hair grew out, bangs falling in front of my eyes, and my chest popped out as a pair of breasts appeared. My face, my head, and my body all felt different, but nothing noticeable was different in my mind. Trying not to freak out, I looked at my friend, who was on all fours, rapidly expanding in size and quickly becoming bovine. When I got to him, it was too late. He was already acting like a normal cow.

As part of the spirit’s punishment, I was forced to become one of the shrine maidens. I can never wear anything except for these clothes. My entire day is filled with nothing but work and training. At night, I have a simple room that I sleep in on the grounds.

That’s not all they did to us. Our emotional states are apparently slightly fused. At first, I felt it as random bouts of depression and yearning that would overcome me during my duties. Then I noticed that I felt happiness and satisfaction whenever I petted or was around my friend. And, um… it is easy for me to tell when it’s time to milk the cows. That's the most embarrassing part.

I’ve tried to speak to him, but I can’t understand any of his thoughts. Personally I doubt that there are many human memories left inside. Sometimes, though, there are things that can’t be a coincidence—I know he’s gotta still be in there.

I have no idea if we’ll ever be able to escape this. For me, I no longer feel bitter, and I kind of feel like this life fits me now. It feels like it's been a long time already, and I’ve gotten used to the daily routine. At least I’m glad that they put me in charge of the animals. I get along with them very well.