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The towel turban swung as Penelope nodded vigorously.
“And do you want to use it?”
The slightest of hesitations before a far slower shake of her head.
“Okay then, in that case, you best tell me exactly how you want me to treat my little hucow.”
Another shaky inbreath and then a waterfall of words. “I want you to put me in a stall and brush me down, feed me the strawberry-flavored grass that they’ve developed here, and then milk me before filling me up.”
The eye contact between them was electric. “You want me to fill you up, to make your belly swell?”
Penelope nodded silently, though it looked as though she was having to bite her tongue to stop herself from moaning.
“You’ll have to be such a good hucow for me.”
“St-strawberry Moo.” Penelope’s cheeks flushed as pink as her suggested nickname.
“Oh, Pen-Pen, you want me to call you Strawberry Moo?”
The excruciated look on Penelope’s face indicated that yes, she would like that very much indeed.
“Paint you with pink splotches so you can be a proper moocow?”
“I… I have a skirt.”
“You have a skirt?” Rachel had to take a deep breath of her own.
“And ears.”
“Well, now, I think the best way for me to fully understand what it is we’re going to be doing, would be for you to go and change into your pretty pink outfit for me, don’t you, little moo?”
“Yes, Miss Rachel,” she said, rising from her chair and disappearing into the bedroom before Rachel had the opportunity to utter another word.
Reaching out with a trembling hand for her own glass of water, Rachel did a Penelope and downed the lot.
It took quite a few moments before Penelope was ready to come back out. Rachel had heard a hairdryer, and had even begun pacing back and forth until the door opened a smidgeon and she heard Penelope say, “Miss Rachel? I think I’m ready.”
Rachel wasn’t entirely certain that she was ready, for whatever she could have imagined, it paled into comparison to the vision that appeared before her.
The tiniest of miniskirts, flaring out just above Penelope’s arse cheeks, was paired with a matching bra that held her heavy breasts. And a little pink headband, the cow ears peeking out from tumbling blonde curls.
Penelope clasped her hands together in front of her, swaying on the spot slightly, and her arms pressed her tits together and Rachel genuinely thought that she might pass out.
“Miss Rachel? You’re not saying anything.”
CHAPTER 7
Penelope
Rachel’s silence this time wasn’t like earlier; Penelope suspected that she knewexactlywhy her Domme was so silent.
Penelope might be short and plump, but she also had impressive tits and a rounded arse that she’d received many compliments on over the years. And presented in this pink wrapping? Even she knew that she looked delectable.
“Miss Rachel?” She let some of her amusement bleed into her voice and Rachel blinked rapidly and ran her hand through her short curls.
“You look…”
“Yes?” Penelope fought the urge to flutter her eyelashes, though it would have been in keeping with the whole image she was presenting.
