Jasper was startled awake by the feeling of something tugging on her udder. She looked over. A beautiful young woman had set up a stool beside Jasper, set a bucket under her udder, and was now milking her. The young woman smiled at Jasper.
“You’re a deep sleeper, new heifer,” she cooed. “You are the first I’ve met who can sleep through even part of a milking. It’s even more surprising, with how full you are! Poor thing, you needed to be milked ages ago.”
Jasper could only stand there, allowing the woman to milk her. To her mild consternation, the sensation was actually quite pleasant, and was relieving the enormous pressure and pain she’d felt in her udder the night before.
The woman continued to chat as she milked Jasper. Through this, Jasper learned the woman’s name was Nytasha and she was the farmer’s unmarried daughter. Though apparently she did have a suitor, who belonged to the family that ran the best stud farm in the kingdom. Nytasha had heard there was some sort of commotion at the palace and neighboring city the night before, and hoped the royal family was okay. Jasper felt relief that she had managed to find at least one loyalist.
She did wish that loyalist wasn’t groping her cow nipples, though.
Eventually, Nytasha finished milking Jasper. She got up from her stool, and as she did so, she noticed Jasper’s brand. She ran her fingers along it curiously.
“This isn’t the brand of our farm…” she said softly. Jasper’s heart surged with hope. Maybe Nytasha could send her to Anya’s family! “I think I know what this is.”