“Ooh,” Fred moaned loudly, down on all fours as he prepared to give birth. Sherry waited nearby, ready to breastfeed the human calves once they were born. Megan had finally finished weaning, so it couldn’t come soon enough. Sherry’s breasts ached with the milk stored inside. The barn door opened. Sherry looked over.
“Hello, master,” she greeted, her tail hanging low in a submissive gesture. Bill looked her over. “What do you need from me, sir?”
“Nothing right now,” Bill said. With a moo of pain, a human daughter fell out of Fred and onto the floor of the barn. She was closely followed by a human son. Bill walked over to inspect the human calves. “Hmm. These look to be good stock. I’ll get good money for them. Fred, in a month’s time, you will return to your owner. Until then, assist Sherry with her tasks.”
“Yes, sir,” Fred said, still catching his breath.
“Uh, master?” Sherry asked timidly.
“Yes?”
“I thought you would keep one of the calves, to ensure that I produce milk.”
“There’s no need for that,” Bill said proudly. He beamed. “I’m pregnant.” Sherry clapped her hands in excitement. “And not with one calf. With four.”
“Four?” Sherry and Fred said together. Bill nodded.
“As I said before, you are excellent breeding stock, Sherry. If the calves are all cows, then I may rent you to other bulls who wish to have a child but have yet to find a heifer.”
“I would be honored, master,” Sherry said.
“I know.”
The month of Fred’s help went by quickly. Before she knew it, Sherry was on her own with the house tasks again. Though Bill got enough money from selling the human calves that he was considering purchasing a permanent house human. It would free Sherry up to be used for stud more.