Horns? Dan thought as he reached to pull back Mitch's bedclothes. Mitch's torso and legs were covered with
coarse brown hair like a cow or bull. His boxers were overflowing, and two flaccid penises were sticking out?
No, wait! Dan pulled down the boxers, damn, if Mitch wasn't sporting an udder. Dan couldn't keep from laughing
out loud.
Mitch mooed in his sleep and rolled over. His long hairy tail swatted Dan hard in the face as if he was just an
obnoxious bug disturbing Mitch's sleep. Dan seethed in anger as he pulled himself up off the floor. He had been
so startled by the whipping tail that he had fallen backwards on his ass. His eyes fixed on the box of Cheerios
sitting on the bookshelf. Then he stared as the sleeping cow in his roommate's bed. He grinned. He got a bowl
and filled it with Cheerios. Then he got a plastic pitcher from the mini fridge. He emptied the cold water,
and walked around to the other side of Mitch's bed. He squatted down and positioned the pitcher under the
udder. Then he grabbed it, and pulled down hard. Mitch mooed loudly, but nothing came out. He remembered
visiting the State Fair as a kid, and tried to remember how the farmers had done it. He slowly but firmly began
tugging and massaging the udder. Suddenly, hot milk spurted on to his face and chest. It took him a while to
figure out on the right pressure and to learn how to aim the udder. Soon one udder was empty, then the next,
and finally the third. The pitcher was full, but Dan's clothes already were soaked and starting to smell sour.
The fresh milk tasted a lot heavier than what Dan was used to, and it seemed sweeter too. Dan finished his bowl
of cereal and drank the pitcher dry. He licked his lips and looked over at Mitch's fourth untapped udder.