Bill knew Sherry would need some time to recover before she was bred again. So he had her continue her regular house tasks for a few months. Once she was in breeding shape again, he planned to borrow a male human from a friend of his to breed with her. The male human he had in mind came from even better stock than Sherry, so their calves would sell for a lot of money.
Three months after Sherry gave birth, Bill went to the pasture to check on her. The vet said she would be more likely to have multiple calves and fewer complications if she was given four months to recover. He intended to inform her that day of his plan to move her to breeding stock. However, when he spotted her, she was being mounted by a human he didn’t recognize.
“Ooh, yes,” Sherry moaned loudly as the human male thrust into her roughly. She mooed with pleasure. Bill’s jaw dropped. He waited a few minutes, curious as to how Sherry would respond to this intrusion. Finally, the male human grunted, likely shooting a thick load into Sherry, and dismounted her. Sherry turned to him. Before Bill’s startled eyes, they began to kiss. Kissing was behavior for cows, not humans!
“Hey!” Bill shouted, rushing over. The male and Sherry broke apart. The male tried to escape, but Bill quickly grabbed him by his tail. Bill sat on top of the male human to keep him in one place. He looked at Sherry. “Sherry, were you willingly breeding with this human?”
“I…” Sherry looked at the ground, visibly abashed. “Master, the first time he bred with me, it was accidental. As was the second time. But since then, we have been breeding on purpose.” She burst into tears. “I went into heat, Master!”
“That’s no excuse.”
“You’re right.”
“Are you pregnant?” Bill asked. After a moment, Sherry nodded fearfully. Bill groaned loudly. He looked down at the human he was sitting on. “Who is your owner?”
“Not one,” the human replied. Bill raised an eyebrow. A human who spoke this poorly and didn’t have an owner was likely feral. Feral humans were rare. He thought over his options for a few minutes.
At the very least, Bill didn’t see any reason to abort Sherry’s pregnancy; he’d sell any human calves for a fair amount of money. Some cows thought of half-feral humans as being higher quality than fully domesticated stock. That was nonsense, of course, feral humans were rarely of good stock and adapted poorly to their assigned tasks.
Sherry would be allowed to continue her pregnancy, but punished for insubordination. The question was what Bill would do with the feral human.