Chapters The Book of Milk Chapter 13
But it wasn’t long until she had more immediate, pressing concerns. While walking inside the corral had been deceptively easy at first, it now got harder with every round. Puffycunt could feel it in her calves, which had started to burn, as well as in her thighs, sore from her new way of walking. With every step, her hooves got just a little bit heavier, and soon she was scraping them along the earthen floor, the once-dry dirt turned to mud from the sweat and piss of the trampling cows. And she wasn’t the only one. The other cows, too, were starting to have problems keeping their speed up, and now the whip cracked a lot more often. Soon, Puffycunt was panting with exertion and thick rivulets of sweat were running down her brown and white body, making it glisten in the sun. The cow in front of her wasn’t faring any better, however Puffycunt had to admit that the sight of the swaying wet ass in front of her was very erotic.
As if exhaustion wasn’t enough, Puffycunt also realized that she was incredibly thirsty. She licked her dry muzzle, then after a few more rounds tried to lick the sweat off the ass of the cow walking in front of her, which only reacted to her desperate attempt with a shudder of her swaying globes. But the salty fluid did nothing to quench Puffycunt’s thirst. After another few rounds, she was almost delirious with it, her brain feeling cooked in the sun that beat down on her bald head.
Like in a trance, she almost walked another round in the corral, missing that it was open again at one side. In the last minute, she managed to turn and stumble out of the circle, finally free of the endless carousel, yet utterly exhausted, Puffycunt had trouble focusing on even a single thought, and so she just followed her herd who walked into the buzzy yard from yesterday unprompted.
She soon saw why. There in the middle of it, under the shadow of a single tree, was a big trough filled with water. Puffycunt had completely missed the trough the last time she had been in the yard since she had been fixated on Caretaker and Caretaker, and the attention from her herd.
Now, the cows were running towards it. Well, they were all just as exhausted as Puffycunt, so it was more a stumbling trot, just like the one she did now to get to the trough as well. “This cow needs water! Sooo thirsty!” she thought. The trough was very wide so that all the cows fit when using both sides. Sometimes there was some pushing and shoving, punctuated by angry moos, unhindered by the damper from earlier, but it was surprisingly civilised. Well, as civilised as a bunch of armless cow creatures drinking from a trough could be.
Finally arriving as well, Puffycunt fell to her knees, making her full udders jiggle and bend forward to push her muzzle into the water. It was warm and more than a little brackish, but right then and there, it tasted like the most delicious champagne…
[BEVERAGE NONCONFORMANT WITH HEIFER DIET. ALL BEVERAGES OVERWRITTEN WITH “WATER”]
…water she had ever had! Greedily, she swallowed and swallowed, only coming out of the water for a split second, taking in a lungful of hot prairie air, then diving in again, and resuming her drinking. Finally, Puffycunt felt her thirst being sated and burped loudly, and had the wherewithal to look around herself.
All the other cows also had had their fill, their bellies visibly distended from all the water they had drank. Puffycunt was sure she looked the same. She sure felt full, in a different way then the enema had made her feel. More natural, at any rate. But why did they all drink so much? Puffycunt had never felt so thirsty in her previous life, she knew it, or she thought she did. The memories were getting shaky and twisted with every attempt to look back, so she stopped herself, thinking instead of how good that dirty water had tasted. Again she burped and had to giggle, but of course it came out as a moo.
That made her sober up again. Getting up on legs that felt bendy and weak, she looked around herself. She couldn’t see Caretaker, none of him! This was her chance to explore the farm a bit! She winced, but apparently the bad voice allowed such behaviour, at least for the moment. She looked back at the cows, some of which looked back at her with empty faces and large eyes. A few even mooed softly. Out of encouragement? Or warning? Puffycunt had no way of knowing.
She looked around herself and finally decided to walk towards the building which the metal thing was standing next to. Maybe she could find something inside that would help her? “Don’t think what this cow needs help with.” Puffycunt thought, or tried not to.
As she approached it, she heard a voice talking, Caretaker. He was standing right around the corner! To her relief, he was leaning against the wall so his back was towards her, but he could have seen her any second. She decided that the risk was too high, still remembering the terrible feeling of the cattleprod shocking her. Oh, how she had loved Caretaker when he did that…
But just as she was about to turn away, he raised his voice so Puffycunt could hear the words. “The newbie? Number 87? Y’know, we actually call her Puffycunt now …. Yes, hahaha! …. Oh, it is, believe me. You’ll see.”
“Caretaker means this cow! He is talking about this cow!” she realized. She just had to know what he would say next! Carefully, she tried to move quietly towards him, just so she could follow the conversation. Despite her efforts, her clumsy hooves made small scraping sounds and as hard as she clenched she even farted once, but Caretaker didn’t notice, obviously focused on the conversation.
Now Puffycunt also saw that he was holding a small rectangle to the side of his face. She knew she had known what that was, but she couldn’t think of the name for it anymore, settling on “ringing-hand-thing” in her mind.
“Yes, I agree completely, boss.” Caretaker continued. “She really was made for the program. Only 23 years old, single, attractive in a mousy sort of way. Still something of a shy lil’ loner with no real friendships. There’s a father, but she hadn’t called him in a while when we snatched her. The perfect candidate, really.”
Puffycunt listened, horrified but also fascinated. Those were the qualities of a good cow? Was that who she was? Who she had been? She still remembered some of it vaguely, but already it all felt so… unreal now as she was standing here on her hooves, armless and saddled with huge udders.
“Oh yeah, you’re right, a grad student. Computer sciences, can you believe it? Pretty good grades too, for a girl. What? …. Yeah, I agree, probably sucked off all her teachers for it, the slut. You should see how fast she took to the feeder yesterday. Better off as a cow, if you ask me. But then, I think that about all of them, hahaha!”
Puffycunt was now shaking with impotent rage and she knew it wasn’t love but actually love. “This cow never sucked off any care… teachers! It was all Puffycunt’s hard work!” she thought, although to her disgust, she realized she couldn’t recall anymore what she had actually learned! Momentarily distressed, her teats caught a breeze and stiffened, distracting her. She had to admit that she would have liked to suck the cocks of those caretakers though, only to chastise herself for the thought a moment later.
“Oh, she’s doing amazingly. Very docile, hasn’t really tried to attack any of us or harm herself, one minor misstep but that’s nothing. Hard to say of course, but I also think her mind hardly even rejects the implant. At this rate, I think she’ll need just another 3 weeks, 8 tops, until she’s ready for sale.”
“Sale?! They want to sell Puffycunt? Like a piece of meat? And only in… a few weeks?! No, no, no!!!!” Puffycunt had started to moo in distress, shaking her head in denial, her eyes wide open with tears running from them. Caretaker glanced over at the mad cow making a ruckus behind him, however he didn’t seem alarmed in the slightest, still talking on the ringing-hand-thing: “I gotta go, boss. Looks like I caught our little Puffycunt eavesdropping. Bye!”
It was only when he pushed off the doorframe that she noticed the cattleprod in his other hand.
Puffycunt didn’t have his composure, quite the opposite. She trotted backwards awkwardly on her hooves, trying to get away from Caretaker, still shaking her head, mooing louder and louder. She felt now close to completely losing her mind with panic, panting with her mouth open, her eyes darting left and right, her heart beating painfully fast and…
[PANIC SUPPRESSION ACTIVE. ANALYZING TRIGGERS AND AMPLIFIERS. IMPLEMENTING SOLUTIONS. DELETING MULTIPLE CONCEPTS: “MONETARY TRANSACTION” DELETED. “TEMPORAL MEASUREMENT” DELETED. “NONVERBAL COMMUNICATION” DELETED. PANIC PREVENTION MEASUREMENT IMPLEMENTED. REPEATING MANTRA “A GOOD COW THINKS HAPPY THOUGHTS”.]
This time, the mental change felt like a gust of wind rearranging her whole inner world. But again, it was over in a heartbeat. Now Puffycunt’s head was still shaking, but the movement slowly ceased. It had suddenly lost its meaning. But Puffycunt’s feeling itself remained, the fear and shame and anger, her mind trying to cling to the reason for it. “Caretaker said that Puffycunt would be… would change somehow? A bad… change? And it will happen in just a few… a few… whens? No, that’s not right. It has been different just a when before! This cow knows that was the case, but she has forgotten why! Oh bad thing, not the bad voice again!” Like a deflating balloon her panic disappeared, to be replaced with a familiar feeling of confused, helpless desperation.
Caretaker didn’t even need the cattleprod to lead Puffycunt back to her herd, where she slumped down on her haunches, her head down, the very picture of defeatism, sniffling from time to time. Some when later, Caretaker and Caretaker roused all the cows, including Puffycunt, who felt emotionally drained and simply did as she was told by Caretakerisalwaysright, following their commands like a good cowthinkshappythoughts.