Assigning duties

“I will read to each of you what you will be responsible for.
Abbott: Helmet
Brown: Cowprint gloves and stockings
Diala: Wrist and Ankle Cuffs
Gonzalez: Corset
Ling: Collar
Spencer: Tail

Any questions?” Your captain asks the group. You remain silent. You have to grab a tail, wherever they keep those.

“Good. I’ll keep control over this security area. If you have any questions, you may speak to me in private, otherwise go find your part, I advise that you move about with haste down there.”

You quickly look at the security cameras. It’s very hard to see much since they’re all very far above the action, except for the milking sty the security guard had created. Your crew all leaves after finding the location of what they need. You remain, trying to find where you can find a collection of the tails. You aren’t even sure where they are attached.

“Get going, Spencer.” Your turn to see your captain impatiently tapping her foot. “I can’t have you slowing down the rate of our mission.”

You leave as she told you to and sneak over to a ladder shaft. Thankful for the dark matte of your suit, you descend in the darkness. You silently land on your feet, and look around you. The path is wide enough for about two people to walk side by side, and both sides have a fence with women on their hands and knees inside. The pens are very crowded, with women packed inside. You slowly creep along the path, but you hear voices and look up to see two uniformed men walking along the path that will intersect with yours soon. You have no where to hide, but quickly dive into one of the pens. You scamper farther into the middle and remain motionless.

The cow-women are very intrigued by the woman that just dove into the pen next to them. Most just glance, before looking away, finding this intruder to be a lot less captivating than before. However, one next to you is very interested. You’re laying with your eyes closed trying to remain silent, but the interested cows bats at your breast. You open your eyes to see a bewildered look on the woman’s face. She lowers her mouth to your breasts and licks the fabric over your chest. You try to push her away but press yourself against the ground and freeze when you see a worker no more than 10 feet away.

The woman crawls over to your face and puts her hand over your face until she touches it. She’s very flummoxed. You look like one of her fellow cows, but cows don’t wear all black. Neither do they cover their udders nor have their head exposed.

You remain still for fear of being caught, having to let this cow’s examination go on unimpeded. She reaches her hand for the small zipper by your neck and plays with it- wiggling it, pushing it, twisting it, until she pulls it and it moves down. She can see more of your neck now. She grabs the zipper and pulls it down your body. Finally, she stops at about your belly button. She reaches a gloved hand into your opened suit and pulls one of your breasts free. She pulls the other free as well and places her mouth on one of your nipples and begins to suck. You push her head away and briefly check to see if the man is there anymore. He isn’t.

You quickly zip your suit back up as the woman looks nonplussed as to how she didn’t receive a delicious drink from your nipple. You get up on your hands and knees and crawl towards the fence of the pen.

Suddenly, you hear a loud beep, and the visors of the hucows light up brighter for a couple seconds. They all turn and begin to walk towards a large, mechanic door that is slowly opening. Your cover is leaving quickly. You quickly grab onto the tail of one of the hucows walking towards the door before you hear a pop as it’s detached. You scamper out of the pen and up the ladder without anyone noticing. You catch your breath atop the balcony and look at your prize. The tail is modeled to look exactly like that of a cow, going along with the gloves, stockings, and collar. You are disgusted when you see a long, veiny, bumpy dildo at the end of it. That’s how they’re attached. The women take a massive dildo up their ass. You shake your head, get up, and walk into the security room.