Hardly

Your beloved rancher gives you a pat on the head before heading out of your stall. A couple of minutes later and the lights flicker off, signaling the end of a days work. You try to readjust and reposition to get in a comfortable disposition for the night. Each time you move, the pain in your right buttock flares, a constant reminder that you are, and always will be, a Minchest Hucow. ’What’s happened to me?’ you can’t help but ponder. You were once a smart, respectable, young woman with her whole life ahead of her. Now you’re nothing but a dumb cow, whimpering for cock and milking. ’Cock…’ Just the mention makes you feel how empty you feel with an empty, not-currently-being-violated snatch. ’But not for long…’ you think as you remember your cowboy’s words…

“Tomorrow you can meet the bulls!”

You settle into a comfortable position and drift to sleep thinking about the wonders tomorrow will hold for you.

The moon descends as quickly as it rose over Minchest Farms, and a busy day is about to get underway…

You’re awakened by the harsh lights flickering back on and flooding your stall with a whirlwind of bright light. You open your eyes, still groggy from slumber, and start to get up. Your muscles are sore from being slept on and your udders feel as though they’re full of lead. Your vision starts coming into clearer focus when a booming voice fills your ears.

“Rise and shine, JERSEY GIRL! Today’s the day that you’ll finally get to have some fun with the bulls! You’ll have to hang tight a little bit though, because there are other things to do first.”

You turn to face him and as you do so, he lowers onto his haunches and brushes your hair from your face.

“Don’t worry, JERSEY GIRL, you’ll have a great day today. I wouldn’t let anything ill befall my favorite heifer. Just follow me, okay?”

You get fully turned around a despite your sore muscles, you fall into a trot behind him. You exit the stall and he closes the gate behind you. You see that you are not the only cow he’s got in tow today. He goes down the row, gathering the cows to follow him. Before long, he’s collected all of his cows for the morning and he leads you through an opened garage door. You and the other cows, about 11 or 12 others, follow him out into an open grassy area. You see a wooden fence encircling the small pasture. Carter encourages you all to immerse outside.

“Nothing beats starting the day off with some chow and social time!”

You slowly walk out into the grassy pasture. You see the small beads of morning dew suspending from the curvature of the plentiful grass. The grass is long, and it looks crisp and crunchy this morning, like a delicious salad. Your stomach begins to quake and you think ‘What’s the worst that could happen? It’s just grass - scrumptious-looking grass at that. And you are pretty ravenous…’

You lower your neck and open your mouth. You tear off a large collection of grass and begin to chew. The flavors of the grass dance across your palate. The grass has a lot of roughage and cellulose, so you have to do a myriad amount of chewing. As you stand in the grass, mindlessly chewing on your grass, you spread your legs apart, almost without realizing it. A hot stream of urine begin to pour out of your privates, which are quite frankly at this point publics, and proceed to micturate openly for all to see. You continue chewing before you finally swallow, filling your empty stomach. However, you’re still hungry, so you bend slightly and rip out another large tuft of grass.

Another cow comes close to where you are, and you turn to look at her. She too bears a collar with a large bell like yours. She also has an ear tag, however hers read ‘PM-62’. Her white tail thrashes around happily as she ground down the foliage between her jaw. She too is fitted with boots coming up to her shoulders and pelvis, although hers are a black and white mix where yours are predominantly brown with white flecks. Her face is familiar, but you don’t exactly recall what. She looks like somebody you used to know before you got your life together and fulfilled your destiny by becoming a cow. ‘I know her face… isn’t it… is that Penelope? Her udders aren’t as big as mine. I bet I could produce much more milk than her. And she doesn’t have the calving hips I do. I’m such a better cow. That’s why I’m Carter’s favorite.’

Suddenly, your attention is taken away from this familiar (yet inferior) cow when you see another rancher leading cattle out to the adjacent lea. However, you notice that he doesn’t have heifers like your cowboy Carter does. He has young bulls. They can’t be much older than you.

“Hey Troy! Bringing the bulls out to graze? I’ll take these heifers to milk here in a couple minutes. Think your bulls will be ready for The Frame then?”

“They should definitely be raring to go by then. Nothing gets me more excited than seeing the bulls I’ve been training up to standard and actually getting to start their first insemination.”

You look at the bulls and notice that they too are wearing hoof boots. By means you can’t figure out, off-white horns have been affixed to the sides of their head. They are very big and quite muscular. They seem strong enough to overtake their cowboy if they ever figured out how to collaborate to do such. Although the cattle prod in Troy’s hand tells another story. The biggest thing you noticed though, was their genitalia. At least a foot and a half long, they’re much longer than anything you’ve seen before. And if you thought that Carter’s arm was a lot, the girth of the bulls still manages to outperform. The thick, throbbing veins catch and mesmerize your eyes. You swallow your load of grass and think about how delicious it would be to have a taste of that impressive girth.

‘CLANG, CLING, CLONG, CLANG’

You look up to see Carter shaking a cow bell. Your gaze isn’t in solitude, as all the other heifers and bulls have also turned to look. Carter gestures for the group of heifers to condense around him once more. He keeps shaking them bell as everyone makes their way over to him. Your bell adds to the clamor as you happily trot over to where Carter stands.