The Cow Question

As the duo moved down the hallway Xander smiled as Cordelia allowed him to put his arm around her shoulder. He out right grinned as she put her hand on his ass and copped a feel. Public displays of affection were the best.

Before they made a turn into the hall that Computer Sciences was in Xander pulled her to the side and decided to ask a question thay had been bugging him for a bit. "Quick question, Cordy, why cows?"

"What?" She blinked at him.

"Why were people called cows on Pylea? Did they mean Cows like we mean Cows? Were Cows a food source? Or were they milked?" Xander winced, "Damn, that would have been really bad for a human woman. The human body is not really designed for that kinda output... unless... did they do something to women to make them more, erm, productive, uh, milkers?"

Cordelia just stared at him.

"What?"

Shaking her head Cordelia took her free hand and patted his cheek. "Only you, Xander, only you."

"What?"

"I have no idea." Cordelia shrugged. "I didnt get that much of an idea about Pylean social customs just from the visions."

Cordelia thought for a second, "But, if you think about it, large groups of people kept in pens and used as **** labor... kinda sounds like Cows at a farm." Cordelia shuddered, "And hopefully not as a food source."

"I just wish it made sense." Xander griped. He froze up as soon as he said it and looked at Cordy in alarm. She looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"Uhmmmm..." Xander sighed, "I wish I knew if I just changed something and what I changed it from."

Slowly nodding his head Xander sucked air thru his teeth in aggravation. "Yup. Yup. Changed something and I'm not even going to try and change it back cause I'd only fuck it up worse."

"What?" Cordelia asked stroking his cheek.

"Well, Pyleans no longer eat their Cows on certain holy days." Xander and Cordelia shared a grimaced at the mental image that his wish had shoved in his head. "Now they milk the female cows and consume the milk on Holy Days."

Cordelia blinked in stupefaction. "Right." Shaking her head, "Yeah, don't change that back. Milking is better then being eaten."

Xander nodded his head.

Cordelia gave his hand a tug, "C'mon lets go see my friend."

Xander following along still arm in arm with Cordelia. When they got to the classroom Cordelia stopped them before opening the door. Marshaling her nerve Cordelia stood straight and took a deep breath.

"I wish that for as long as we are in this classroom today that we will be alone with Fred and not have any interruptions." Cordelia spoke and then reached out and grabbed the door.

Xander followed behind as she strode authoritatively into the classroom. He stood behind Cordelia as she came to a stop, and supportively rested his hands on her shoulders. The woman they had come to see was up at the dry erase board facing away from them, unaware that they had arrived.

It took but a second for Cordelia to find her voice, "Hey, Fred, I was wondering if, um, if we could talk for a bit. About... weird dreams and, uhm... livestock."

Winifred Burkle damn near jumped out of her skin at a Cordelia's voice, the slim and slight brunette turned away from the erase board she was writing mathematical equations on and faced Xander and Cordelia, staring in wide eyed wonder, she let out a long whimpering moan that sounded vaguely moo-ish.

"Fred!" Cordelia exclaimed in shock.

"Whoa." Xander was amazed.

The slim and slight brunette of the vision they had was now also packing some serious tits. Well past double F's and given the tenting in her blouse she also had some very large nipples. But as they watched Xander and Cordelia could see her light blue blouse darken around the nippular area as she apparently started leaking milk.

"Once a Cow..." Xander muttered to Cordelia.