Holly, like any other cow on her farm, was well-cared for and loved. But she was just rather stubborn -- uncooperative with both her handlers and fellow cows. She was stingy with her milk, and even in the heat of mating season kept a fair distance from the rest of the frisky, free-loving herd. The only time she demonstrated anything remotely more than apathy was when it came to mealtime. But by some stroke of luck, she had caught the attention of Ginger, the farm's prized heifer. If only, she thought, there was a way to bring Holly closer together with the rest of the pack...

Hold on a second. More than anything else, Holly loved to be fed... and cows aren't very good at digesting meat, are they...?~

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Holly settled into her pen, exhausted after a long day of... well, not really doing anything. But it was hard work being that committed to laziness! Just as her eyes drifted shut, the squeaking of her gate regained her focus...

Bringing herself back to her feet, Holly was puzzled at the arrival of the uninvited guest. Ginger? What did she want at this hour? The blonde Holstein stood a good foot and a half taller than Holly, becoming ever more apparent as she sidled right next to her, wordlessly drawing her into a warm embrace. The smaller cow began to moo confusedly, but was quickly silenced as a chubby finger pressed against her lips. Smiling mischievously, Ginger began forcing her arms into the smaller cow's throat, bringing both girls to the floor with a firm thud! Frozen with sudden shock, Holly could do little else but watch her golden locks slip right between her drooling jowls.

It suddenly dawned on the hungry heifer that this act was no longer a private affair. The other girls were watching in awe from the fence, tails wagging with lusty fervor. They crept into the pen, lining up in front of Holly on all fours...

By the time she was finally calm enough to resist, the rest of the herd had already squeezed their well-padded bodies into her greedy maw, each as eager as the last to get to Holly's heart through her stomach. Resting atop the squirming, happily mooing pile of premium-grade beef, the stuffed cow felt herself succumb to the warm embrace of sleep. Tomorrow was going be an unforgettable day...

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This lovely work was once again forged by the hands of the inimitable  GrayonCrayon!

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