Milked? Well, I guess I do need to get all of this stuff out of my udder. It doesn't exactly feel comfortabe sloshing about in there whenever I move. I guess I have no choice but to follow this guy anyway. Great work, Christina! You're a cow on a farm and you're about to be milked. Couldn't you have just read the stories on CYOC and left it at that?
Hopefully this will all be okay though. The farmer at least seems to know I don't want to be a cow. Hopefully the boss can just turn me back to normal once I've been milked. Shit, I'm really not used to walking on four legs. This is so uncomfortable!
Okay, here we are. This is the milkimg parlour I guess. It doesn't smell too good. It's kind of unsettling how the cows in here aren't even noticing me, like they just think I'm one of them. Well, I suppose I am one of them, but hopefully not for much longer. Okay, so I guess I just walk into this stall here. Now what?
Okay, he's saying something about cleaning my teats and...Whoa! Easy there mate, we've only just met! Ugh! This is humiliating. Don't they have a machine for this? Come on, how long is this going to take, I must be clean by now! Okay, finally he seems to have finished down there. He was certainly thorough.
Okay, I guess they are going to attach that metal machine to me. Is this going to hurt? Well, I guess I'm about to find out. Bracing myself! No, this isn't too bad. It's almost a sensation of relief. I can actually feel my milk flowing out of me. And somebody is going to drink that? This is so weird. Come on, how much longer do I have to stand here with this thing on me. I have nothing left in me now.
"Moooo!"
Okay, it's coming off. Well, that was fucking degrading. Hopefully now I'm going to be taken to the boss and this mess cam be sorted out.