"J-Just what are you doing talking to Giddy with that camera and microphone again? I told you...this isn't a slavery sweatshop! Get off my land right now or else I'll have you charged for trespassing!"
"W-What....what difference does it make if she enjoys being rubbed like that while being milked? ... ... ... What have you been telling them Giddy?"
>////<Having been born as a sub-urban girl in the middle of the Central Plains in America, Emily didn’t really expect much of her life at all! Her mother worked nearby at the grocery store, her father worked at the wood mill making lumber for the developments. Both of her parents were kind and loving, but they couldn’t offer much in the way of support outside of public school! There were no colleges where she lived. No tech schools. Learning skills outside of college just seemed unnecessary, since the skills you learn won’t be recognized unless you carry around a paper. So from the start, Emily’s outlook in life seemed rather bleak. She planned to get a normal job as a waitress at a restaurant. Something to do in order to take up her time. Maybe she’ll get an apartment later on down the line…
But fate had something else in store for her. Not long after her 17th birthday, she received a letter in the mail about a notification how she had inherited a farm from a distant, elderly relative. Her elderly uncle, St. Louis the 3rd, had passed on leaving her farm to the youngest relative of her family line of sound mind…which fell upon Emily’s shoulders. After some convincing with her parents, it was agreed that Emily could travel to the East Coast and attempt to take on the land as its caretaker.
It was only when she got there that she found out that the farm was hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt and on the verge of being confiscated by the banks. And not only that…but what they were doing there was borderline illegal.
You see, this wasn’t your average farm. Sure, it grew crops by the season like the traditional farm. Wheat and strawberries in the Spring, corn and tomatoes in the Summer, and Eggplants in the winter. But on the other side of the farm…well…
Envision this: A large fence surrounding almost ten square miles of land to keep it hidden from the public. And inside that fence, busty and beautiful 7 foot cowgirls dot the landscape here and there as far as the eye can see.
That’s right! Living and breathing cowgirls. Not cows…but not humans either. Cowgirls. Cute and derpy with all the land they could ever want to prounce upon and live in happiness. Cow horns and cow-ears sticking out of their head. Tall and strong, milk-filled breasts swaying with each step, filled with kindness everlasting towards everyone they meet with a touch of naivety and ignorance about the outside world and the evils beyond their walled world. Regardless of her best efforts, Emily fell in love with them and their gentle nature the first day she stepped onto the farm.
Maybe it was the way they all bounded up to her and pinned her to the ground with lickings and sweet greetings the moment she stepped into the field!
Maybe it was they showed her how to milk their breasts, pressing her hands against their nipples, mooing cutely as she squeezed their milk out into a large dispensary for processing into cheese and butter.
Or perhaps it was the way they all seemed to depend on her for the most trivial of problems, even if it was something as simple as a field mouse scurrying around in the pasture….and how a moo-stampede would happen if she didn’t take care of it in a timely fashion! T_T ((You try to gather up scared and frightened cowgirls after they’ve broken holes in the walls of their pen…it’s not pretty! They get all over the place….and they’re so adorable acting you can’t be mad at them!))
Regardless of how it happened, the whys and so forth, Emily has come to love her dear flock and she fiercely defends them against all opposition! And she’ll need every bit of that ferocity as well. Other than the government coming in to tax her and ‘repossess’ her things, the local bank trying to do the same to collect on her debts, and spies and reporters of all sorts trying to get the cowgirls to say something incriminating so that she can be arrested for 21st century slavery…she also faces a swathe of horny males on a daily basis attempting to climb the fence so that they can try to have their way with her girls and make off with them as their wives. ((To which Emily gets fiercely defensive…I wasn’t kidding about Emily having fallen in love with them! She will whip out her shotgun in a heartbeat if you don’t get the f*** out of the cowpen if you’re not invited!))
What you end up with in the end is a slice of life girl, but one with colder undertones. A light at the end of the tunnel as her farm is currently undergoing a small profit each year, but a long dark tunnel indeed, as her debt is large thanks to her uncle’s disregard of the business side of owning a farm in exchange of his own erotic nature. It will take the majority of Emily’s life to pay off her debts. And it will take even longer to change the way society looks upon her farm and her cowgirls.
But for the first time in her life, Emily feels as if she has destiny and purpose. All of these cows depend on her and it is her duty to take care of them for the rest of her life. They make her happy. And together, Emily is sure to go on many wonderful adventures with them!