Sam awoke from her milking-induced slumber with a faint mooing sound. Her ears perked up slightly as they heard music from an alternative rock station playing quietly from the radio next to the tv stand.
She slowly sat up, seeing a clump of blue hair fall in front of one of her eyes. As she straightened her hair, she saw Trish striding out of the kitchen with a plate of vegetables.
"How're you feeling?" her fellow cow asked as she set the tray on the coffee table.
"Sooo much better," Sam replied. "I can't believe how full I was. Stupid me, forgetting to milk myself this morning."
Sam took a carrot from the tray and dipped it in a bowl of dressing. As she munched, Trish went over to turn up the stereo. "I didn't want it too loud in case it woke you up," she explained. "But it felt kinda weird with the apartment totally quiet."
"I'm so sorry you had tooo go throooough all this trouble," Sam apologized. "I dooon't know why I didn't just use the milker. I must have gotten so caught up in the sensations, I panicked."
"Hey, forget about it!" Trish shrugged, plopping down on the couch next to Sam. "What're cowgirl friends for?"
"Yoooou don't know how inconvenient it is sometimes," Sam continued. "Milking myself every single day. Consider yourself lucky you dooon't have a wonky lactation cycle."
Trish, who had been munching on a stalk of celery, stopped abruptly for a second. Sam noticed, but didn't think much of it.
"But if you ever have a baby calf, I will so enjoy your suffering." Sam spoke with a mocking voice, so that Trish would know she was half-joking.
Trish didn't seem to catch on, though. "Um...but don't you enjoy it? I mean...before, when you..."
Sam realized Trish was taking her too seriously and changed her tone. "Yeah, sure I did! I'm just teasing. Some days it feels so goooood to just sit there and plug my tits into the milker. It's only an inconvenience when I have important things to do or I'm on a tight schedule."
"I see. Sure."
"You okay?" Sam asked. Trish was oddly detached tonight. Sam could only assume it was because of the situation she'd put Trish in.
Trish perked up, but too forcefully. "Yeah, I'm okay." It was obvious to Sam that Trish was putting up a face.
Sam leaned over and embraced her friend. Trish hesitantly brought her arms around her and began a slow furry squeeze. After a brief but gentle moment, they detached.
"Why don't yooou stay over? You're probably more exhausted than I am."
Trish's face lit up with a genuine smile. Sam was pleased to see the usual glint return to her friend's eyes for the first time that night.
"That sounds great," Trish accepted.