I started writing this story last week and it so fun to write, I had to share it… As always I appreciate any feedback you have.
This is written from a bulls perspective, so not the cow. I hope you enjoy.
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Hucows.
I did it again, I read up another hucow story.
Whenever i write my own story i usually do a kind of virus thing. To give a bit of creedence to why hucows needed to be created in the first place.
For this story I’m going to focus less on the “virus” and more on the milking and stuff.
So i was thinking of telling it from a man’s perspective(I am a man after all) so I’ll forgoe the virus aspect of it.
I was a young man in my late 20’s, when i found myself out of work. No one seemed to be hiring anyone, that was until on an online search I saw the position of farm hand needed.
But it was at a hucow farm, How hard can it be to take care of a few braindead, human/cattle. So i sent in my application, it was a paying job after all.