When the quintuplets were six months old, they finally weaned partially off Lilly and Sherry. Like Bill, they supplemented their diets with human milk, but didn’t rely solely upon it like Lyle did. At this six month mark, with the cow calves attending school already, Bill decided Sherry was ready to be bred again.
Bill was discussing this with his friend Steve, when Steve had an idea.
“You don’t have anyone to breed Sherry with, right?” Steve asked.
“That’s correct,” Bill said.
“Well, how much would you charge to breed her with me?”
“You want to breed with my human?” Bill asked.
“You bred with her. And she apparently bore you some wonderful calves.”
“Yes. She did.” Bill frowned thoughtfully. “I was planning on breeding her with a human, but if you’re willing to pay extra, you can breed with her.”
“Excellent!”
“I’ll want a flat rate, and you get an additional fee for each extra offspring, cow or human.”
“Hmph.” Steve huffed. “Fine.”
Sherry was in the barn with Lilly, tending to Megan and Lyle, when Steve and Bill arrived. Steve looked Sherry over. In the six months since giving birth to the quintuplets, Sherry had lost a fair amount of weight, though she was still larger than she had been when she gave birth to Megan. Steve nodded slowly.
“I can work with this.”
“Good.” Bill walked over to Sherry. “Sherry, you’re going to be bred today. By Steve.”
“I am?” Sherry asked, surprised. Bill nodded. “You’re allowing me to breed with another bull?”
“Yes, I am.” Bill patted Sherry. “See? I’m the kindest master in the world.”
“You certainly are,” Sherry gushed. She got down on all fours and presented herself to Steve. Steve eagerly stripped off his clothes and thrust himself roughly into Sherry. In front of Lilly, Megan, and Lyle, Steve pounded away at Sherry, shooting load after load into her currently empty uterus. Sherry mooed with excitement. She enjoyed servicing Steve even more than Bill!
After a few minutes of this, Steve pulled out, having filled Sherry with as much semen as he possibly could.
“She should be pregnant, but I’ll come back tomorrow to make sure,” Steve said to Bill, who merely nodded in response.
Sherry was indeed pregnant, and at her vet checkup, was found to be carrying triplets. The vet shook his head.
“Please rent her out to some local humans for breeding stock. Someone like her, producing multiple humans almost every single time? She could change how we breed humans.”
“I’ll be doing that after she has these calves,” Bill said. Renting Sherry out as breeding stock would mean that other cows would pay him to breed her with their humans, house her during the breeding and pregnancy, and then keep any human calves. The only downside to renting Sherry out would be that he’d lose one of his humans. But with how much money Sherry would bring in as a breeder, he could purchase plenty of humans to pick up the slack.
Sherry neared the end of her fourth pregnancy. Megan was walking and talking, and Lyle was beginning to work on those as well. She enjoyed the time spent with her human calves; Bill’s calves, though borne by her, she didn’t feel maternal feelings towards. After all, they were considered not hers. Though when Sherry watched the quintuplets playing with Lyle’s twin Tessa, she wished that they were actually hers. She would love to be a mother of eight, not a mother of two.