A troop of young breeders burst in on Ched while he was feeling his buff human chest and staring at the swollen udder hanging from his crotch. They were armed with buckets of sudsy water, sponges and brushes and rags and bottles.
"Moo mwhat?" Chad said doing his best to speak.
"Okay, let's get this cowboy cleaned up, men!" said Spencer.
Suddenly, the guys swarmed over Ched washing his chest, tail, armpits, face, legs and more.
"Careful with the udder, we don't want him milked yet. He needs a full udder for the photos."
"Mootoo?" Ched asked and got a soapy sponge in his mouth.
"He's got to have white teeth for the photos," said the kid who shoved the sponge in Ched's mouth.
After they rinsed him with cold water, Ched was shivering. They hurriedly dried him down with the rags, and then began brushing his hair, and his furry bits. He stopped struggling and enjoyed the attention. He desperately wanted to be milked, so as soon as the photos were done, whatever those were for, they would milk him. Now they started oiling up his body, and moussing his hair. It reminded him of the beefcake calendar the team had made for its fundraiser last year.
They put a fancy yellow and red braided rope around his neck and led him out into a part of the barn that had been set up with bright lights and fresh bales of hay. They took a few shots with the breeders taking turn holding the rope, and then they put a big cowbell around his neck and a red kid's cowboy had on his head behind his horns which they tied in place under his chin. Kevin from the photography club and a couple other guys snapped pix.
"Good, now, do we can start on the calendar shoot. Are all the boys here?" Kevin asked.
"You mean, are all the jocks here? Yeah, we got the football players, wrestlers, swim team, baseball team, volleyball team, water polo team, basketball team, the-"
"Wait, the whole teams? I only need 4 players for each team- one for each udder," said Kevin.
"Hey, they're all here, and ready to pose, so I think you're going to take a few extra shots. You want to get started?" Spencer asked handing a shiny pail with the Breeders Club logo painted on the side. "Make the logo is visible in each photo," he added.
"Oh, you changed the logo," Kevin said with a laugh, "It looks like Ched!"
"Yeah, he's the new mascot."
"Moo?" said Ched nervously. All the jocks in the school were going to pose with him for a calendar. Oh, he was going to be sick. No, just the cud coming up from the first stomach to be chewed. He chewed passively, and then swallowed the chewed cud, as it traveled to his second stomach. The first few players came in.