Marcia laid on her side, sighing. All things considered, she could be worse off.
There had only been one man willing to take Marcia. A minotaur named Stonetower. Apparently, he had a tendency to take women that no one else would. That was how he had grown his herd to its current size. Marcia was just one of many "wives" of Stonetower. Most of them were minotaurs, but not all of them were. The only thing they had in common was that they were pregnant (Stonetower made sure all his wives were pregnant all the time) and had udders.
Marcia winced as her young half-satyr children suckled hungrily from her breasts and udder. Stonetower gave her a potion the moment he met her, which made her grow a large udder and lactate, but otherwise remain human. There were always offspring that needed milk, and any extra milk was sold at the market for a very high price. Not that Marcia saw any of the money.
"Heifer Marcia, it will rain soon," lowed one of the minotaur wives, Redtail. She spoke in the minotaur language, which Marcia quickly became fluent in, as no one in the herd would speak English to her.
"Thank you, Heifer Redtail," Marcia replied in the same tongue. She got to her feet, scooping her infants into her arms, and hurried underneath a large tree. The herd didn't have a building they lived in. They relied on natural shelters in the woods. Marcia could feel the minotaur calf in her womb moving. But he would not be born for some time yet.
Once underneath a tree, Marcia resumed nursing. A half-orc child from one of the other non-minotaur wives toddled over and began to suckle from Marcia's only free teat. Rain began to fall, but Marcia and the children nursing from her remained dry.
Marcia yearned to be Mark again. But things could be worse. She had a support system and reliable food and water. In this world, that was all that a woman could really hope for.