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Probably not today though. Once she became his “house hucow”.

Once she was all cleaned up, Patrick looked around.

“Do you want to stay in here for now?” he asked her. “Or do you want to go outside?”

Yes, he was in charge, but he did want her to have what she needed. If she was feeling shy about going out or if she wanted to rest… well, she’d had a long day.

“Can I see the animals?” she asked, peeking up at him. “Although… I don’t know if naked is the best way to do that… but…”

Guessing that she wasn’t sure she wanted to relinquish her hucow role for the day yet, Patrick grinned. “I’ve got something you can wear.”

Master Derek and Sadie had provided clothing for her, and he was very much looking forward to seeing her in it.

CHAPTER 7

Mina

They’d made her a hucow outfit. Or gotten it from somewhere.

Mina wondered if they’d let her buy it when she left because she loved it.

The top was just a bikini top, strings with two tiny triangles to cover her breasts. And was it her imagination or had her breasts gotten bigger? Because it seemed like they were spilling out the sides just a little. The bottom was a short skirt that barely covered her ass with a thong underneath it with a g-string that easily tucked beside her tail plug.

All of it was black-and-white cow patterned to match her ears and the coverings on her arms and legs. It was buttery soft, especially the inside material on the bikini top, which was a relief for her poor nipples. The buds were extra sore and swollen after the “milking” and they were still stiffly hard. The soft material felt really good against them.

Crawling on her lead, brawny cowboy beside her, she listened to the little bell that clanged as she moved. She liked the sound.

There were workers around the pens with the animals, and she watched in fascination as two little goats tumbled over each other, capering. They were so cute!

“Here, you can stand,” Patrick said when they got to the fence, holding out his hand to help her to her feet so she could get a better view. “During the day, this operates as a petting zoo for the Ranch guests, but right now they’re shutting down for the day. We can go in tomorrow if you want to pet—or play with—the other animals.”

Mina nodded, wondering if she could be part of the petting zoo… but that might be too weird for other people. Everyone had been really accepting so far, but she’d only been meeting the staff, not the other guests, and she assumed the people she’d met had been briefed on how to interact with her.

A low mooing made her turn her head. Three cows were headed their way. Real cows.

Funny enough, she wasn’t a cow lover or anything just because she wanted to be a hucow. She didn’t dislike cows, but she’d always been indifferent to them. They didn’t do anything for her and she definitely had never thought about them in a sexualized way. Wanting to be a hucow was more like pet play. But with milk.

The cows came trotting straight for her and Patrick, and he chuckled, reaching over the fence to greet each of them with a rub on the head or a pat. Mina watched. Clearly, the cows knew and responded to him.

Seeing her watching him, her brawny cowboy smiled.

“I’m a hoof trimmer, so they know me. I make sure to give them treats when I come, that way they’re used to me and don’t give me a hard time when I need to get them in the chute. No, Elsa, I don’t have a treat this time, you’re just going to have to deal,” he said sternly to one of the cows.

Elsa snorted, as if she understood what he’d said.

The biggest of the cows shoved Elsa out of the way, thrusting her head under Patrick’s hand for a head scratch and making Mina giggle.

“Do you work with them a lot?” she asked.

“Not with these cows, though I try to visit the Ranch regularly anyway.” He grinned, turning his head slightly so he could wink at her. “I like it here. But I trim them every few months. This is Stella, she’s used to me. Elsa and Anna got their first trims recently.”

“Does it hurt them?”

“No, it’s just like clipping your nails.” He shrugged one shoulder. “Sometimes there can be problems with their hooves, which is why it’s important to do regular trimmings, but even then I get to relieve their pain for the most part, not cause them more.”

“Then why do you need to bribe them with treats?”

A slow smile spread over his lips.

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