A country farm

As the truck comes to a gradual halt, you feel your body sway and jolt, a final reminder of the long, tiresome journey. Your skin is sticky with sweat, and the stench of diesel fuel and the other hucows crammed beside you has grown unbearable. You inhale deeply and immediately regret it. The stench is unbearable and you can’t wait to be back outside in the open air.

The trailer door creaks open, revealing a world completely unlike the one you left behind. A wall of oppressive heat and the hum of cicadas surround you. The air smells of earth, fresh hay, and the distant scent of manure. A stark contrast to the metallic and cramped space you've been confined to for hours.

All around you, hucows begin to shuffle down the ramp. Some more awkward than others on their new hooves. Reaching the ground, dust swirls around your hooves, and you squint against the blinding sunlight. The farm stretches out before you, an expanse of rolling fields and endless blue sky. A sense of liberation washes over you as you take in the bucolic scene.

Farmhands herd you and the others into a nearby holding pen. From there you watch as the truck pulls away, its engine's roar fading into the distance. Leaving you behind to your new life. A chorus of birdsong fills the air, mingling with the occasional bray of a distant donkey. The breeze carries the scent of wildflowers, and you can't help but smile. Despite the sacrifices you had to make, this is worth it, to finally live out your dream.

The farmhands herd all of you down the pen to a place where the fences narrow together and you are forces to walk single file. It’s impossible to see what is going on ahead of you, but the line keeps stopping and starting. Whatever it is, you wish they’d hurry up. You’ve been standing for hours and your hooves ache. You just want to lay down and rest. And maybe find a way to relieve some of the pressure that’s been building in your udders. Are they supposed to feel this way? It feels like they are about to burst.

Trying to distract yourself, you look around. The slats on the fences are too close together and too tall for your diminished height. You can’t turn around in the confined space, but right in front of you is another hucow’s glistening wet cunt.