Continuing his rounds on the ranch, Taylor opened the door to the milking barn. This was a much larger facility than the breeding shed as each of the hucows needed to come in and be drained every day or so. His father told him about one specimen that had to be hooked up almost continually as she'd produced so much.
As usual, all the stalls were full, and a large number of them were also in use by the... "customers. " Many of the usuals were in. Those too rich, young, or horny to resist the call of a well-built heifer. He smacked the round rear of one of the branded cattle as she panted and mooed long and happily while the machine sucked hard on her engorged breasts.
Others stood there patiently being drained while chewing on their feed. Some of the older, more matronly heifers had gotten so used to being milked that it didn't spark a lot of joy for them anymore. They'd be put out to pasture soon enough.
Of course, the slaughterhouses were doing terrible business now, and burger places were scrambling to find substitutes. Even though they shared similar genes to normal cows, eating hucows was still considered cannibalism and was, frankly, slightly disturbing. Except for that town in Cali... Dolcet or something... but most people didn't discuss that. At least, not openly.
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