She Tells You About The Other Cows

“I don’t know any of them by their real name. We’re programmed to only think of the other cows by their numbers. I’ll just describe them, tell me if any of them ring a bell to you.” She clutches her pendant with one hand.

“Okay,” You scoot slightly closer to her.

“Well, one of them, 13407, is on the cheerleading team. You might know her, big tits, small brain, black hair. I’m not sure why she joined, we don’t talk that much. I don’t know that much about her. Though I’m pretty sure during one of her routines at a game she used one of the tricks she learned at the barn. That made me laugh. I’m not sure why she’d break protocol. If she did, it must mean someone else is manipulating her.”

“They teach you tricks?” You imagine the girl in front of you jumping through a flaming hoop. It makes you chuckle a bit. That earns you a light slap from her.

“Hey, don’t make fun!” she squeals playfully. “And yeah, as part of obedience training. Plus the trainers are amused by seeing us do synchronous routines. Sadists…”

“Then there is 22022. She’s black and of pretty slim build. Well at least she was before they gave her a pair of udders. She joined at the same time as me. She’s nice. Smart girl, girl, normally in the library. She came from a pretty poor family, so this was her ticket to a college education. I think they might have a special contract with her, but she doesn’t like to talk about it. If I had to put my money on any of them, it would be her. She resents the company more than any of us.”

“And the last cow?” You ask. Maybe calling them cows is a bit insensitive, but she seems to react with a wistful glow whenever you call them that. Whoever the trainers who programmed her were, they did a good job.

“She’s short. Asian. Really curvy. Cow 16068. She joined up a little after me. She’s pretty smart, but really shy. I know in her human life she has alot of friends, but she’s really antisocial. I overheard the trainers talking once and even they don’t know everything about her. She also seemed much more resilient to the conditioning then the rest of us. Personally, I think she’s kind of cute, but she doesn’t like to play with the other cows. If it belongs to her, then I have no idea why she doesn’t talk about it. And I would know better than anyone. I’m her roomate.”

“Does she, by any chance, really really like hello kitty?” You ask with a wide open jaw.

“Yeah, do you know her?” She raises her eyebrows.