I've always loved cows. My first memory is of clinging to a calf, begging Ma to let me keep it as a pet. The first sound I ever made, by all accounts, was "moo," and the first actual word I ever said was "cow." People always think it's because I grew up on my grandpa's ranch, but that's not it at all. If anything, my family tried to condition it out of me. I mean, the cattle on the ranch were all raised for their meat, so my absolute devotion to them actually made me something of a problem child. That's why I'm pretty sure it's got nothing to do with my family or my environment. No. My love of cows comes straight from my soul!
Of course, loving cows as I do, there was no way I could keep working on a ranch that raised them for meat. That's why I started working at a dairy farm. They used different cows then I was used to, but my love of cows wasn't so shallow as to be limited to a specific type! In fact, it wasn't even limited to the four legged kind.
That's right. The dairy farm I ended up working at used hucows. Apparently some rich city-girl had bought the place, some time ago, and insisted they shift over. Not that it bothered me, much. Hucows were pretty much the same as traditional bovines. They ate grass, produced milk, and went moo. They looked human, but they didn't have a lot going on upstairs. On top of that, they took up less space, ate less food, and produced even tastier milk than what I was used to. I was pretty sure it was only a matter of time before people started to buy them as personal pets. If that ever happened, I'd be lining up at the pet shop in no time.
I had to admit, though, that hucows weren't without problems. Namely, it was sort of embarrassing to milk something that looked so human. Especially since they all looked like gorgeous women.
The specimen before me was an especially bad offender, in that regard. She had this tall and slender thing going on, standing about three inches above me; probably five foot nine. Her stomach was toned, without a hint of excess fat, but she somehow had a bubble butt. Her breasts were huge, too, big melons that you could just bury your face in.
Frankly, expecting me to casually milk something that pretty was ridiculous. I mean, just standing in the same room as a naked woman was usually enough to make me blush and fidget. And then there was the fact that this hucow had only come to the farm that day, so I was even less used to dealing with her than the others. If I was going to do my job then I knew I had to try to focus on everything about her that was more cow than human.
Like her skin, white as milk, with black splotches spaced out across her flesh. Or the little horns atop her head, peeking out of the lustrous black hair that had grown down to her waist. She had long, curved ears sticking out from the side of her head, too, and a tail that flicked back and forth every few seconds.
"Mooo?"
Her cry seemed to be almost curious, as if she was wondering what was taking me so long. I forced a smile to my lips as I reached up to pat her on the head. "Th-There there, girl," I managed. "It's okay. Aah'll start milkin' you in just a second."
That's right. No matter how much she looked like a pretty woman, she was still one of my precious cows! No matter how gorgeous the container, the mind inside it was entirely bovine! I just had to get used to that, and I'd be fine. In the meantime, I just needed to do my job and be thankful that the cows couldn't tell anyone about my blushing.
Nodding in affirmation to myself, I gave the cow's head another pat before shifting my grip on the milk pump. All I had to do was press the suction cup against the nipple, like so, and then begin to squeeze the handpump.
"Mooo!" the cow called out, at my first pump.
That was strange. Maybe 'cause this cow was new? The others I'd pumped, over the last few weeks, had all taken it in stride.
"Mooooooooooohhhh..." the cow moaned, a little, with the next pump, causing me to halt once more. I blinked up at her, but she only tilted her head and went "Moo" again.
"R-Right," I muttered to myself, squeezing the pump again. "There's no way you're enjoying this. Aah mean, you're a cow."
"Moooooh..." the cow responded, tilting her head back with my next squeeze.
I dropped the pump so fast you'd think it had burned me, and then winced when the expensive equipment hit the ground. I had more important things to worry about than a potential deduction to my paycheck, though.
I was pretty sure that the cow had just moaned in pleasure.
"Aah should talk to Cindy about this," I said to myself, thinking of my supervisor. "Maybe this cow's faulty or somethin'." I hoped so. If the other cows started doing this, too, I might have to quit my job. I mean, as much as I loved cows, I had no desire to make an animal moan from pleasure. My bovine love was purely platonic!
I turned toward the door, only to pause when I felt something tugging at the back of my shirt. A small, pale, white hand had grabbed a hold of the plaid cloth. Deep brown eyes were staring dumbly down at me and the cow's pink lips were pulled into a frown, as if trying to express confusion.
"Moo?"
`"...Aah thought you were gonna start speakin', for a moment there," I admitted, chuckling to myself. "Maybe aah'm just lettin' the job git to me, after all."
"Moo!" The cow made an excited noise, as if agreeing with me, and I found myself smiling despite all the worries in my head. There was just something about the innocence of a hucow's smile that made it hard to hold onto my concerns.
"Guess ma was right about me havin' too good an imagination. Aah always gave the cows on the ranch too much credit, too." I bent down to grab the pump as I spoke, shaking my head a little at my own foolishness. "Aah'll tell you what: you promise not to tell anyone about this, and aah'll milk you like a good cow. Alright?"
"Deal!"
For the second time that day, I let an expensive piece of equipment fall from my hands and clatter to the ground below. This time I didn't even wince.
"Moo?" The cow tilted her head to the side, and made another little noise of confusion. The look on her face was entirely innocent but that in and of itself seemed pretty suspicious, to me, by that point.
"Don't you give me that!" I screamed, putting my hands on my hips. "You talked!"
"Moooooo," the cow repeated, blinking her soft brown eyes dully at me.
"Aah told you, that ain't gonna work!" I insisted. "You spoke! What the hell!? Aah thought you were all supposed to be just like cows!?"
"I am just like a cow, though," the hucow protested, crossing arms beneath her breasts. "I go moo, I eat grass, and I give milk! Or I would, if you'd just go ahead and start pumping again..."
"Like hell aah'm gonna milk somethin' that can talk!" I screeched. "Don't you have any shame!?"
"Of course not. I'm a cow, you know." The hucow puffed out her chest as she spoke, placing her hands proudly on her hips. Her nipples were hard little points and, no matter how much I tried to focus on her face, their presence at the edge of my vision was still enough to make my face turn beet red.
"Cows don't speak!" My voice was a strangled squeak, at this point, and I had to force every word out of my mouth. I was standing in front of a naked woman, who I had just tried to milk, and it didn't matter one whit to me whether she was really a cow or not. All I could think of was the way she'd moaned when I'd started pumping.
"I know that," the hucow admitted, reaching up to scratch at the back of her head. "I know that, it's just..."
