Breeding facilities

Now, one would logically assume that there would be no shortage of volunteers to breed Taylor's cattle. But there was still a lingering public distaste on the matter. Hucows were still half cow, after all, and it was effectively seen as **** by most religions and a few sections of the country.

Taylor checked his watch and headed to the artificial insemination barn where a small part of the herd was brought in every few weeks.

He looked over the hucows currently hooked up. Their arms were tied to the front of the stall and their ankles to either side of the back. A decent sized dildo was moving in and out, being certain to arouse them before pumping a load of donated semen that had been tested for it's virility.

He nodded to himself as he watched the cows mooing desperately and thrusting themselves back against the shafts sliding inside them. He checked the breasts of each to make sure they were appropriately hefty to indicate how full of milk they were and pinched one to squeeze out a bit of liquid. The cow shivered and screamed as she reached the top of her arc, and the machine filled her up with virile seed. This one would bear a calf in her next time, for certain.