Garden in the morning

“Make sure the oochire is kept at least three feet away from the dandelions,” you tell Hinata, Diana, and Gwen S as the four of you work on your garden. “The dandelion seeds get sucked into the feeding tubes easily, clogging them so the oochire can’t eat the pests.”

“The rose bushes need some fresh fertilizer,” Diana reported before she walked around the mansion to the gardening shed.

“What are these flowers?” Hinata asks as you finish weeding the Niphredil plants from Lord of the Rings you were raising. You looked over to check what she was pointing at and was about to explain the flower when Gwen S spoke up.

“Broc flowers from the Fallout Universe,” she explains. “Usually used for medicine. Hoofer’s lab grows their own as part of the more natural mods.” You nodded with her explanation though you were surprised to hear that Hoofer’s science division used them. You were just finishing up on your weekly gardening duties when Kate stepped outside the front door with a tray of lemonade.

“Thank you,” you give Kate a kiss on the cheek before grabbing one of the cups. Your fellow gardeners gathered around Kate and grabbed their own cups, grateful for the cool drink after spending a couple hours in the early morning sun. You happily watched them gulp down the lemonade as sweat dripped down their hot bodies.

They were wearing sexy but practical outfits that exposed their navels and generous amounts of cleavage. You see Diana smirk seductively at you meanwhile Hinata also noticed causing her to blush scarlet and turn away. Gwen S finished her lemonade and was about to pour some more from the pitcher when a shout came from inside.

“What the hell is this!” You hear Blake shout. You gave Kate your glass and took off your gardening gloves as you went inside to check on what was happening. You go towards the kitchen where you were sure you heard the shout come from. Walking inside, you find an angry and confused Blake waving around a gallon of milk while Katara and Laura were trying to calm her down.

“What’s going on!” You shout, causing Blake to focus on you and thrust the gallon of milk at you. Looking at it you see that it was a gallon of hucow milk from Crescent Glass Dairy; not initially seeing an issue you finally notice the little picture of a heavily endowed Blake Belladonna in a cow print bikini. The caption said “Milk lovingly produced by Blake Belladonna #45668, Cup Size: K-Cup, Mother of Five.”

“It’s just a gallon of Blake Belladonna milk,” you say, hoping she gets the hint that it's something normal. Laura stood down as she saw that you were taking care of it while Katara kept close.

“Why is there such a thing as ‘Blake’ milk!” Blake demanded as she continued to wave the gallon in your face.

“Well, a while back, there was an attack or war that killed a good majority of dairy cows,” you explain, trying to recall that piece of trivia; thank you family game night. “Prime Earth got sealed off while the adjunct universes and armies fought off the enemies but whichever enemy attacked had unleashed a disease that killed those dairy cows.”

“What does this have to do with this gallon of milk!” Blake snarled, still confused.

“I’m getting to that,” You replied calmly. “During the few years we were sealed off, the remaining dairy cows couldn’t keep up with demand. Then the founder of the Crescent Glass company had the brilliant idea to turn his kink for milking cowgirls into an inter-universe dairy company to fill the void of dairy cows with characters modded or induced to produce milk. By the time Prime Earth was unsealed, cowgirl or hucow milk became a staple of most households. Plus, it also became a fetish thing to drink milk from your favorite characters.”

“... So you’re telling me that people buy and drink this,” she asks with a mortified expression as she imagined herself getting locked in a milking frame and milked by Yang. Then she gained a light blush as she imagined Yang in the milking frame while she hand milked her. “I think I need to go lie down.” Blake set down the milk and walked off while some of your girls wandered into the kitchen in their pajamas.

“What was that about?” Suki asked as she grabbed the gallon of milk and poured a tall glass.

“Nothing important,” you say, leaving the room as Suki drank the milk.