By the time Bill’s heifer, Lilly, moved in, Sherry was visibly pregnant again. Despite being displeased at first by a feral human mounting Sherry, Bill became more open to it, as he remembered that some cows liked half-feral humans. At the first checkup by the vet, Sherry was confirmed to be pregnant, but only with one calf this time. This allowed her to continue her house tasks.
Sherry’s house tasks had increased after Lilly moved in, but luckily, Lilly brought her own human, a male named Jeff. Immediately after meeting Sherry, Jeff had claimed her as his own, mounting her in front of Bill, Lilly, and the calves. Sherry didn’t mind. She knew how male humans could be when they saw a female. That was why most cows who kept both male and female humans would castrate the male. Otherwise, they’d be knee-deep in human calves before long.
Finally, the day came. Sherry was eating grass outside when she felt the distinctive pain of labor. Unconcerned, she continued to eat. Once her contractions became too strong to ignore, she crouched into birthing position and pushed. The calf slid out of her easily. She turned around. Her jaw dropped. It was a cow son. Sherry scooped the calf into her arms and rushed into the house.
“Master!” she called desperately. Bill looked up from his dinner, prepared by Jeff. His eyes widened at the sight of the calf in Sherry’s arms. “Master, the feral human didn’t impregnate me. You did!”
“Obviously,” Bill said. He walked over to Sherry. “Oh, this is a fine heir you’ve given me. Well done.” Sherry blushed. “I will clean him, as he is my son.” Bill walked away. Proud to have finally given her master a son, Sherry returned to the barn, where Megan and her human brother Lyle were being watched by Jeff. Jeff looked over at her.
“Ooh, something about you seems extra sexy,” Jeff purred. He walked over to Sherry and looked her over. “You’re the finest piece of human ass I’ve ever seen.” Sherry blushed again. Without any further warning, Jeff mounted her. He grunted loudly as he forcefully thrusted into her, shooting load after load of human semen into her now empty uterus. Sherry mooed with pleasure. As usual, it took a long time for Jeff to finish, and when he did, semen dripped out of Sherry onto the floor. Lilly had said Jeff came from stud stock in addition to housekeeping stock, so he was effectively built to breed.
After Jeff dismounted and returned to the calves to tend to them, dread suddenly built in Sherry’s gut. She’d just given birth. Could she be pregnant again?