FIVE WEEKS LATER

Reesy swung her heels back and forth nervously under the examining table, her hand covering Tally's sitting beside her. "So how long till we get the results?"

Sasha made notes on the chart. "Depends how backed up they are over at the med school clinic. Marie's on her way over there with the samples. They've got better equipment than we do here."

Tally bit her lip, bouncing slightly on her butt. "Why can't you just tell right away, like with those pregnancy kits on TV?"

Sasha smiled, still writing. "You want fast or you want reliable? I assume you want to know for sure."

Tom, sitting in the corner of the room, looked at his watch again. "I've got stuff I need to be doing, Sash." Since the girls' eighteenth birthday, he hadn't allowed them to drive anymore. "Just what I need," he'd said, "You guys getting pulled over by cops and showing them your expired, child-of-slave licenses. You'd be runaways." He had registered them as required by law, but he couldn't let even registered slaves walk around dressed, collarless, incognito, and unsupervised. He insisted on being with them whenever they were away from the farm.

Reesy appeared to think of something suddenly. "Uncle Tom, could we have a minute with Aunt Sasha alone, please?"

Tally gave out a startled, "Oh, yeah," and interrupted Tom's attempted objection, "It's just female stuff, Uncle Tom."

At that, he waved his hands and rolled his eyes, rising. To Sasha he growled, "I'll be out in the waiting room," and left.

Sasha looked at Reesy curiously. "Be interesting to see where you've drawn the line here, after what he's already heard."

Reesy met her look. "How's Jennifer doing?"

Sasha looked momentarily confused -- whatever she'd been expecting, this was far away from it. "Jennifer? Oh, fine, she's doing fine. A little sad since Princess went home, of course." Sasha smiled at the memory. "Princess was so happy to see her master -- jumping all over him, licking him, her tail wagging like mad. Anyway, I'll tell Jen you asked about her."

Tally asked, "How long till... well, till the experiment is over with? When you've found out what you need to know?"

Sasha tried to read the girls' expressions. "We've basically got to that point now. We've pretty much used up the grant money. I think we can get more if we convert a second girl using some ideas we got from our experience with Jennifer, but we're about at the end of what we can try out with Jen herself."

"So what's going to happen to her? It's not like she can go pick up her old life where she left off." Reesy looked intently at Sasha.

"Oh, sweety, we're not just going to toss her in the trash! She's welcome to stay in the lab as long as she wants. It's no problem feeding her, and the grad students take turns cleaning her pit and that sort of thing. If she wants to be roasted and eaten, we'll go ahead and do that. I haven't really asked her about that."

"So you're not going to sell her or anything like that?"

Sasha shook her head. "Experimental lab pets are in a little different category, especially when they're supported by research grants. The university doesn't exactly own her, at least not in the technical sense. We can't sell her."

Tally took a deep breath. "Don't you think she might want... a home? A real home? No offense, please, Aunt Sasha, but... well, she's in a lab."

Sasha smiled. "Well, it's always felt like home to me. I see what you're saying, though. But... look, I'm not sure if you think I'm just the heartless scientist, but I care about Jennifer. Really! And if I was going to try to place Jennifer in a home, I'd want to know for sure it was a good one. Stable environment, caring owner. Marie and I talked about this. We'd take her home ourselves, but we spend all day here, and Penny's in school, and... it just wouldn't feel right, making Jen fend for herself the whole day, all alone in the house. I know she'd rather be with people." She stopped as an unreadable smile spread on both girls faces. "What?"

Reesy spoke patiently, a little surprised Sasha hadn't caught on yet. "Aunt Sasha, why do you think we asked Uncle Tom to leave the room?"

The light finally went on in Sasha's eyes. "Oh, you mean...?"

The words tumbled out of both Reesy and Tally. "It's just so perfect..."

"...You know Uncle Tom needs something more in his bedroom than Tara one night a week..."

"...And I don't think he'd want a wife, because nobody could live up to what Aunt Wendy was..."

"...And he's shopped around for slaves, but he hasn't found one he wants yet..."

"...And he's even talked about maybe trying a girlpet, except he can't afford one..."

"...And she'd never be alone in the house, there's slaves in there all the time, and kids to play with, and Uncle Tom's on the property all day..."

Sasha laughed and waved her arms to stop them. "Okay, I get it, I get it. Now, he doesn't know anything about this, right? Or you wouldn't have asked him to leave."

Reesy colored slightly. "Umm, well, no. But we'll ask him about it tonight, and you can talk with Jennifer and see what she thinks. We'll call you and see how that goes, and maybe you guys can work out a time for them to meet each other. Okay? Okay?" Her eyes pleaded with Sasha's.

Sasha sighed and smiled. "Somehow you two will make it happen. You're both so much like your Aunt Clary that way. Okay, I'll do my part with Jennifer when I get back upstairs."

The two girls squeals of happiness were cut off by the tone of Sasha's cell phone ringing. She retrieved it from the clip on her belt. "Hello?"

The girls strained to hear the tinny voice on the other end, but they couldn't make out any words. It did sound like Aunt Marie's voice, which Sasha verified by saying, "Love you too. See you in a few." She folded up the phone and clipped it back on her belt. Both girls regarded her with tense smiles. She kept her expression neutral. "I was going to ask you one more time if you want to back out of this whole thing." She waited as their faces fell, then broke into a grin. "But it's too late now."

She laughed as the girls, who so often acted as if their minds were connected somehow, both instantly covered their stomachs with both hands, in a gesture both protective and inquisitive, as if they wanted to feel the new lives growing inside them, then both leaned forward and threw their arms around her, their tears starting to flow, both saying, "Thank you, thank you!"

Dierdre was startled by bumping into Tally and Reesy in the hallway as she emerged from the bedroom the smaller girls shared, having just finished getting them all quieted and bedded. "Where are you two going?"

"We're going to spend the night outside." Tally spoke in a confident you-don't-have-authority-over-us-anymore tone. She shifted her hold on the large blanket rolled up under one arm.

Dierdre bit her lip. "I should ask Tom."

Reesy raised her eyebrows. "I wouldn't. He's with Tara."

Dierdre shifted from one foot to the other uncertainly, and finally sighed heavily. "Just don't make a lot of noise when you come back in."

Tally smiled. "No problem. We won't be in till breakfast."

Dierdre blinked. "So you really mean spend the night."

Reesy interlaced her fingers with Tally's. "It's kind of a special night."

Dierdre nodded. "So I've heard. Well, just be careful." She kissed them both on the cheek and went to join Donna, watching TV with the sound low in the C-girls' room.

The girls quietly exited by the back door, waving to Gail who was just then closing the barn door for the night. They said little until they reached the trees, and picked their way through the underbrush by the soft moonlight until they reached the small creek, so meaningful now as the place where their purpose in life had become clear. They stopped there, and Tally spread the blanket on the ground.

Reesy turned to Tally and suddenly giggled. "We're doing this kind of backwards, you know. You're supposed to make love and then get pregnant."

Tally smiled briefly, and reached up to stroke Reesy's hair. "Well, it's not our first time, but I know what you mean."

Reesy nodded, turning her head slightly to kiss Tally's wrist, then fixing her eyes on Tally's. "This time it's for the babies." She reached out and pulled Tally's half-t-shirt over her head and off, and unhooked and removed her bra, then raised her arms for Tally to do the same for her.

Tally reached down to unsnap Reesy's shorts. "It's also our last time with complete bodies."

Reesy lifted one foot, then the other, as Tally pulled her shorts and panties off, Reesy putting her hands on Tally's shoulders to help keep her balance. "You've seen our moms. They've got all the parts they need when they make love." She giggled, and reached out and cupped Tally's breasts with both hands. "Some parts will be better. Or at least bigger."

She finished undressing Tally, who sighed. "I know, but there are still some things we won't be able to do anymore. So we need to make sure and do those things tonight."

Reesy reached up and put both hands on Tally's cheeks. "We will. But we'll always be able to do the best things. Like this." She leaned in and kissed her.

They wrapped their arms around each other and slowly sank to the ground, holding the kiss, unaware of how much their touches and caresses echoed their mothers' on their own last night before conversion, nearly nineteen years before, at Grandpa Sam's farm. Even though they had been there that night, tiny seeds in their mothers' wombs.

Tom switched on the laser knife briefly to make sure it was working properly. "Did you figure out which one of you's going first?" He had explained to the girls earlier that he preferred not to convert them together: the effectiveness of the knock-out drug varied from one person to another, and he didn't want to give either girl the drug and then make her wait, unconscious, while he converted the other. He felt more comfortable if he staggered the administration of the drug.

Tally was shrugging out of her halter top, and reached behind herself to unsnap her bra. "We flipped for it. I'll do it first." She sighed heavily. "Wish I could watch." She ran her fingers through her short, almost bristly hair self-consciously -- Crystal had given them their girlcow cuts earlier in the evening, leaving it even shorter than it had been three years ago.

Behind her, Reesy was pushing her shorts down. "Remember we want to wake up in the barn, Uncle Tom. In our moms' stall."

In the corner of the kitchen, looking much more tense than their daughters, Sandy and Sally shifted their weight from hoof to hoof. They had never seen a conversion before, not even, of course, their own, in which they were drugged together and the amputations done more or less simultaneously as Tom had demonstrated the cutting technique to Sasha.

Tom sighed impatiently. "I know, I know. That's why I'm going to collar and brand you first." Both girls winced at the mention of branding, though all the cows had assured them it wouldn't hurt -- not much, anyway. Reesy, all her clothes piled on her arms, looked around and spotted Cayla hovering in the background, hoping to find a way to be useful. She held out the clothes to her. "Cayla, can you put these in the laundry? And put the shoes in a closet or something." Beside her, Tally dropped her own clothes on top of Reesy's on Cayla's outstretched arms.

Cayla, struggling to keep a grip on everything, looked at Reesy and Tally hopefully. "Could me and Cammie have your red tops with all the straps? You know the ones I mean? And the matching miniskirts?" All the girls had marveled at those matching outfits Reesy and Tally had made for themselves, the tops featuring a bit of fabric covering their breasts and otherwise a bondage-lover's dream of thin crisscrossing red strings. The wardrobe mistress at the Breeding Farm had taken one open-mouthed look and given them an "Okay" gesture, and they had worn the outfits at two of the farm's parties.

Reesy gave her a patient smile. "Cayla, remember we said we want the five of you to share that stuff? And then hand it down to the younger kids when they get bigger? You'll have to work out some arrangement to take turns wearing things." She shook herself mentally, trying to comprehend the fact that she'd never wear clothes again.

As Cayla frowned in disappointment, Tom, starting to fit the metal collar around Tally's neck, said absently, "And I'll want to know where you're going when you wear that. Hold still, Tal." He looked towards the door, where Donna was standing, and said irritably, "I told you to keep the kids out of here."

Donna winced, and stammered, "Sorry, Tom. I didn't realize that included the older ones," as Cayla was saying indignantly, "I'm not a kid!", clearly feeling her fifteen years entitled her to more respect.

Turning the screws securing Tally's collar, he responded, "You're distracting me, sweety. I need to concentrate here." He looked towards Sarah at the stove, who nodded to signal that the branding iron was ready.

Fifteen minutes later, Tally was closely examining the still-smoking T&W brand just above Reesy's breasts, while Reesy was moving her head around and shrugging her shoulders, trying to get used to the thick steel collar. "It's way heavier than that temporary collar they had us wear at the Breeding Farm. And it sure feels a lot more permanent." She leaned over to look more closely at the one Tally was wearing. "Mom, do you get really tired of yours?"

Sandy shook her head. "I haven't even thought about it for years. After..." She looked at Sally. "What do you think, about two weeks or so? -- I never even noticed it again." Sally nodded. "About that, yeah."

Still fingering it, Reesy sighed. "I guess you get used to anything. Oh, is that the sleep stuff?" She watched as Sarah handed Tally a glass of dark liquid.

Sandy took a couple of steps closer. "Now don't be nervous, sweetheart. Tom's done this lots of times, and everything's going to be fine..."

Tally looked at her mother in surprise. "Nervous? I don't... I guess I was expecting I'd feel kind of scared, but..." She thought for a moment. "I think people feel nervous if they're not sure they're doing the right thing." She looked at Reesy. "The whole time at the Breeding Farm... I mean, it was a blast there, a lot of fun, but I can tell, now, there was this voice inside me the whole time asking me what I was doing there." She gave Reesy a questioning look, and Reesy nodded in agreement. Tally looked back at her mother. "That voice isn't there now. I feel excited, and my heart is pounding, but I know where I'm going and I just feel like I want to go there."

She took Reesy's hand in hers, one last time. "As long as you're coming along."

Reesy grinned. "Right behind you."

Tally lifted the glass, looking at the dark liquid through its sides. She sniffed its surface, and wrinkled her nose. Holding the glass outward in one hand, she put her other arm across Reesy's shoulders and pulled her towards her, and gave her a lingering kiss. Still holding her, she held the glass to her lips, upended it and drained it.

She squeezed her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue. "Ack! I thought the branding was going to be the worst part." She wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. As Reesy leaned towards her she covered her mouth. "Don't kiss me now! You wouldn't like it."

She looked at Tom as he slid a tray holding hoof-parts onto the table. "How long does it take to work, Uncle Tom?"

He looked up. "You should be starting to feel buzzy in a minute," as Sandy was saying, "It should just be a few minutes, honey."

Tally yawned suddenly. "Is that the drug or..." She smiled sheepishly. "I didn't get much sleep last night." Beside her, Reesy giggled and blushed.

Tally sighed heavily. "Uncle Tom, are you sure this is the right stuff? I don't feel..." She put her hand on Reesy's arm. "Reese, how'd you get so far away?" She blinked. "Was I just talking? There's like a... wha's the word... echo..." Her eyes rolled upward.

Reesy gasped and threw her arm across Tally's back as Tally sagged against her. Sliding off the table, she let Tally lean back and gently lowered her back to the table's surface, cradling her head. Breathing hard, she shot a panicked look at Tom. "Is she okay?"

Tom smiled and picked up the laser knife. "She will be."

Reesy squatted down between her mothers, an arm over each one's shoulders, watching as Tom straightened out Tally's arms and legs. Sandy bit her lip and let out a nervous squeak as Tom quickly picked out a spot on Tally's forearm, carefully positioned the laser knife and cut her forearm off. Reesy gave Sandy a little bit tighter squeeze. "She'll be okay."

As Tom handed the forearm to Sarah, who placed it on a bed of ice chips in a cooler, Reesy said, "Aunt Sarah, remember to mark that that's Tally's. We want to know who we're eating later."

Sarah nodded. "I'm on it." She tied a string, with a tiny paper label attached to it, around the wrist.

In about twenty minutes, Tom had finished the amputations and hoof grafts, and injected Tally with the lactation hormone that would start gearing her body's metabolism to high-volume milk production. He gave each hoof one last check, and gathered her unconscious body up in his arms. "Get the door, would you, Sarah?" Sarah hurried over to open the back door, as Sandy got up onto her hooves, waiting for Tom. Sarah came back to the counter, poured out a second glass of the drug and handed it to Reesy. "You may as well drink it now, so Tom can get started on you when he gets back."

She looked at it and took a deep breath, patting Sally's back. "Here I go, Mom."

Without waiting for her to drink it, Tom walked out the back door, with Sandy following him across the yard to the barn.

When he returned a few minutes later, Reesy lay sprawled on the floor on her back, with Sarah kneeling next to her, just then removing her cradling fingers out from under Reesy's head, as Sally stood by pacing nervously.

Tom scooped up Reesy's limp body, and smiled at Sally. "Okay, now I think I've got the hang of it." Sally glared at him, and from that point glued her eyes on her daughter.

Sandy let out a sigh of relief as Tally's eyes fluttered. Beside her Sally, her eyes still on the unconscious Reesy, drew a little closer.

The girls lay on their backs next to each other, their arms, now forelegs, along their sides. Tally stared vaguely into space for what seemed to Sandy a long time, before shifting her gaze slowly towards Sandy as she hovered over her daughter. Sandy whispered, "Tally, honey, how do you feel?"

Tally stared at her for another long interval, before her lips curled in a smile. She mouthed, with no wind behind the words, "Hi, Mom."

Sandy lowered her head and kissed her. "So great to see that smile."

Tally rolled her head to the right, and frowned, suddenly breathing hard. She whispered hoarsely, "Where's Reesy??"

Sandy laughed softly, and gently pushed her head the other direction with her hoof. "Other side, dear."

Tally smiled again as she saw her other half, her eyes closed and mouth partly open, breathing slowly and regularly beside her. In a little stronger voice, she asked, "How far apart did he give us the drug?"

Sally answered. "I think it was about a half-hour."

From the next stall, Clarissa whispered, "Are they awake?" It was late, and the cows were all locked in their stalls for the night. The televisions were off, and aside from the shallow breathing of sleeping girlcows the only other sound was Gail and Sarah quietly making love.

Sandy whispered in return, "Tally is, Clary. It'll be awhile yet for Reesy."

Natalie, sounding a little sleepy herself, said, "We'll see them bright and early, okay?"

Before Sandy could answer, Ashley's voice, from farther away, called out, "Are they up?"

Sandy answered, a little more loudly than she wanted to, "Tally's awake, Ash."

They could hear the other cows starting to stir, and the same question coming eventually from each other stall. Sandy reported on progress and suggested everybody go back to sleep.

She saw that Tally, with some effort, had lifted her right foreleg and was eying it critically. "It looks fine, dear."

Tally grunted. "Hurts a little."

"It will for awhile. How about your breasts?"

"Kind of throbbing." She rolled her eyes downward to try to look at them without lifting her head. "Do they look bigger?"

Sandy nodded. "A little swollen. Everything's normal, sweetheart. Do you need anything?"

Tally closed her eyes. "A little thirsty. Can I get a glass of water?"

Sandy choked back a laugh. "Honey, we don't exactly do it that way around here."

Tally's eyes shot open, and she giggled. "Oh, yeah. I think I'm still a little spacy."

Smiling, feeling a little excited as her concern for her daughter's condition receded, Sandy twisted slightly to lift her breast so it didn't knock against the side of Tally's face, and let her nipple settle into Tally's mouth.

As Tally suckled at her mother's breast for the first time since she was five, Sandy sighed and closed her eyes, her heart beating faster, feeling happier than she had in years.

She opened her eyes again at the sound of a sudden movement from Sally. Looking down, she saw Reesy's eyelids flutter the same way Tally's had earlier. After a few seconds, she smiled up at her mother.

Tally, sensing the return of Reesy's consciousness, stopped sucking and looked to her left. With her left foreleg, she reached and gently nudged Reesy's right, carefully avoiding contact with the sore end of either hers or Reesy's. As Reesy, with some effort, turned her head to the right, Tally beamed at her. "Hey."

Reesy gave her a sleepy smile, and breathed back a whispery "Hey."

THREE WEEKS LATER

The goal wasn't an orgasm, and it rarely led to one, as Reesy and her mother made what the girls thought of as "slow love" this morning, after drinking breakfast from each other. It was more a matter of focusing on the feeling of closeness, and the comfort in each other's touch, as they lay side by side facing each other, their breasts compressed together, their upper forelegs draped over each other's side, each with her right hind leg between both of the other's, sharing a kiss that might last an hour, while each gently rubbed the other's pussy with the top of her thigh so that the other maintained an elevated awareness of her own body. They often did this between breakfast and the morning milking. Behind them, Tally and Sandy were doing the same, smiling around their kiss at the sound at the sound from a nearby stall: Beth and Bonnie moaning and licking, sharing a much more active sexual encounter.

Reesy suddenly winced, and her eyes flew open wide. Disentangling herself from Sally, she rolled cross the stall, not feeling she had enough time to get up onto her hooves, and threw up in the litter box.

Panting, her face shiny with sweat, she looked wide-eyed at Tally and Sandy, who were both looking at her in concern, and back at Sally. "I am SO sorry, Mom. That just came on so fast. It's not you. Maybe it was that chocolate cake. Charlotte was so sweet to bring that out last night, but maybe I shouldn't eat stuff like that just before I go to bed." She started to rise, thought better of it, and rolled onto her side instead, drawing a shaky breath.

Sandy looked at Tally. "Are you feeling okay, dear?"

Tally nodded her head, then winced. "Oh, shit!" She rolled up to her hooves, scrambled across the stall and repeated Reesy's performance in the litter box.

Sandy looked at Sally, and both had trouble suppressing smiles. Sally looked sympathetically at Reesy. "It's not the cake, sweetheart."

Reesy gaped at her, looked at Tally and back at her mother. "You mean.... ohhhh!" She shook her head. "I guess this is the not-as-much-fun part of being pregnant, huh?"

Sally got up and moved across the stall, laying down beside Reesy, rubbing a comforting foreleg across her back, as Sandy came over and lay by Tally. "There aren't too many fun parts, dear. The end result is the only thing that will make it seem worth it."

"You guys feeling better?" Adrienne walked beside Reesy, with Ashley on the other side of Reesy, and Tally beyond her, as Aunt Dierdre led them by their leashes as they plodded back from the field after morning duties. Donna and Sarah were leading other groups of cows nearby.

Reesy sighed. "Yeah. I've been feeling queasy the last few mornings, but this was the first time I threw up. I guess it could be worse. Mom said it shouldn't last too long."

Tally winced. "It better not. Having babies is such a beautiful thing, I don't get why it has to be pukey."

Ashley grinned. "You guys up for playing a little this afternoon?"

Reesy managed a smile. "I'll be okay as far as that goes, but we're spending the afternoon with Aunt Heidi and Auny Haley and Aunt Sami. They're going to show us some of their three-way things."

Adrienne laughed. "That should be fun. They've had a lot of practice." She looked at Ashley. "Want to get with Bonnie and Beth then?"

Ashley nodded. "Sure, that sounds good."

As they approached the yard, Gail looked out from the back door of the house. "Where are Tally and Reesy... okay, there you are. Master Tom wants to see you in the house."

The two new girlcows looked at Ashley and Adrienne in disbelief. "What could this be about? Do you think there's something wrong with our registration?"

Ashley shook her head blankly. "No clue. About the only time I've been in there since my conversion was the day of Mom's roast."

Tally gave Reesy a worried look. "Hope we're not in trouble for anything."

Reesy shook her head. "How could we get in trouble out here?"

Tally shrugged, as Dierdre knelt to unhook their leashes. With a little foreboding, the girls trotted towards the house, having minor trouble negotiating the porch steps -- they weren't nearly as practiced yet at moving on their four stubby legs as the more experienced cows. They felt better seeing Gail smile at them, but that much more mystified as to what was going on.

In the livingroom they stopped, startled at the sight of Marie standing with Tom, as Gail returned to the kitchen to continue preparing lunch. Marie had been out to see them twice, and Sasha once, to check on the progress of their pregnancy, but she came out to the barn for that. Tally looked at Reesy nervously and then at Marie. "Aunt Marie? Is everything okay?"

Marie grinned. "Oh, everything's fine. We brought a friend of yours over. Sasha and I thought she'd want to see a couple of familiar faces when she got here."

Tally shook her head, still in the dark -- she could imagine one of her high school friends dropping by, but didn't think Aunt Marie knew any of them. She opened her mouth to ask who it was, but was interrupted by Reesy gasping -- the conversation weeks ago with Sasha at the clinic came back to her. "You mean...?"

At that moment, Sasha appeared in the front doorway with a heavy load draped across her shoulders. The load looked around the room and broke into a grin when she saw the girls. "Hey!"

Both girls shouted together, "Jennifer!" and trotted towards Sasha.

Sasha bent and lowered Jennifer gently to the floor, and the snakegirl was looking happily up at Tally and Reesy as they arrived. Sunlight through the front window glinted on a new silvery chain collar around her neck. She broke into a laugh. "Wow, you two look different since the last time I saw you!"

They laughed along with her. Reesy sputtered, "I'll bet you've got friends who could say the same thing."

Tally looked up at her aunt. "How long is she staying, Aunt Sasha?"

Sasha looked at Tom. "That's up to your uncle Tom. We've finished a draft report on the experiment and given Jennifer a release. I don't suppose my closed-mouthed brother mentioned this to you, but he and Jen have met in the lab a couple of times, little get-acquainted sessions. Anyway, we've all just been up to the police station with him to register her as his girlpet, and... well, the rest will be history, I guess."

Reesy turned her wide-eyed gaze at Jennifer. "Jen, why didn't you tell us the last time we were up there??"

The snakegirl laughed. "I didn't know till yesterday. Tom -- Master Tom came up and asked if I wanted to do it, and..." She blushed and looked up at Tom. "Well, he is kind of cute for an older guy."

Tally shot a panicked look at Tom, hoping she could have a chance later to suggest Jennifer dial down the candor a notch, but Tom just laughed. He gave a wave which included everyone in the room. "Come see what I've fixed up in the bedroom."

Tom started down the short hallway to his room, with Sasha and Marie following, and Jennifer slithering along the hardwood floor behind them. Reesy and Tally hesitated, wanting a more clear indication that the invitation included them. Reesy watched Jennifer, thinking she was moving even more easily than she had before, and that the polished hardwood floor here was probably going to be easier on her than the scuffed linoleum of the lab -- and certainly better than carpet. Tom looked back and saw them waiting. "Yes, you guys come too."

In the bedroom, along the far wall beyond the bed, there was a pit similar to the one Jennifer had stayed in at the lab: longer and narrower, due to the geography of the bedroom, but filled with the same sort or ball bearings as the pit in the lab -- perhaps the very same ones. Jennifer had headed straight for it and was already pushing the balls around with her body, making a nest for herself. Tom asked "How is it?"

Jennifer beamed at him. "Oh, it's perfect! Thank you."

Her visual sweep of the room stopped at a two-foot-high carved wooden pedestal, in the corner of the room next to the head of the bed, on which a smiling woman's head was mounted. "Oh, is that.. that must be Wendy!"

Tom smiled and nodded. "This is where she wanted to be. A little more private than the livingroom."

Jennifer stared at Wendy's head admiringly. "She's so pretty!"

"Thank you." Tom spoke quietly. "She'd say 'Hogwash,' or something like that, if she could hear you."

Jennifer replied seriously, "She can hear me. I'm sure of it."

Sasha reached into a briefcase she carried, hung from a shoulder strap like a purse. "Tom, I've got a last couple of papers for you to sign. For university records."

He nodded. "Let's go out in the livingroom." He looked at Tally and Reesy. "Girls, why don't you stay with Jennifer and chat for a minute." He ushered Sasha and Marie out of the room.

Jennifer smiled at the girls and shook her head. "You know, I've been wanting to say... you guys' boobs are just humungous! All that in just a few weeks!"

Tally explained, "Hormone injections. Girlcows are..."

Jennifer gasped. "Oh, I feel like an idiot! Of course, you're girlcows! Master Tom talked about having a dairy herd, with his sisters and daughters, but I didn't connect it up with you. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was imagining you were some special type of puppies. Do you like being cows?"

"Oh, it's great! The barn's all people we grew up with -- including our moms, they're girlcows too."

Jennifer's eyes narrowed. "Wait, I thought girlcows couldn't..." She shook her head, trying to puzzle it out.

"Oh, it's really a long story. We've got lots of time to get you caught up." Tally took a deep breath. "Jennifer, I hope this is really what you want. Nobody pushed you into it, did they?"

She shook her head in a still-human gesture. "Oh, no, definitely not. Your... he's your uncle, right? He just seemed so sweet. And he made it sound like a nice place, and it really is!"

Reesy said, "Ummm... you know there's a lot of kids, right? Are you ready for that?" Tom's girls were all at school, and Reesy knew the house would be a much busier and noisier place in a few hours.

"Oh, sure! I love kids. And T... Master Tom promised he'd make sure they knew what I can do and what I can't do, and that I can play with them but they need to leave me alone sometimes -- and that..." She frowned, trying to remember names. "Donna and... Dierdre?" Tally nodded, and Jennifer went on. "...That Donna and Dierdre would be there to watch out for me."

Tally looked around the room. "And you'll stay in here at night?"

"Yeah!" She giggled. "In the pit, I guess, or in Master Tom's bed." She lowered her voice only a little. "When I first saw him, I imagined being in bed with him... I kind of got a little wet, right away." Her face colored slightly.

The girls both sighed in relief. Finding a bed partner for Tom had been the original idea, and they had only belatedly thought about the position they would be putting Jennifer in if the deal came off -- they hoped it would be something good for her too.

Jennifer suddenly jackknifed and wriggled out of the pit and around the bed, then up alongside it, towards Wendy's pedestal. She stopped at its base, explaining to the girls, "There's one more thing I need to do first."

The girls stared, slack-jawed, as Jennifer, who had been on her stomach, tightened her back muscles and lifted her upper body off the floor, bending much further back than anyone with a normal hip joint could. They had no idea, from previous encounters, she could do that. They watched as Jennifer, able to reach just high enough, kissed Wendy's neck, and heard her say softly, "I'll take good care of your man, Wendy."

She lowered herself back down and wriggled back to the girls. "I just couldn't not introduce myself. And make sure she knew he'll always belong to her. I could tell when he talked about her how much he was in love with her."

Reesy wiped her eyes on her shoulder and stroked Jennifer's side with her foreleg. "Well, I hope we get to see you pretty often. We don't generally get to come in the house, and... I don't know if you'll get outside much." The gritty soil of the yard would be tough on Jennifer's skin.

"Well, I'll try to. I want us to keep being friends."

Both girls grinned at her. "That'd be great!"

THE NEXT EVENING

Reesy looked cautiously around the gate to Clarissa's and Natalie's stall, her heart pounding. Behind her, Tally stood quietly with her eyes closed, trying to breathe slowly and evenly. Natalie, sitting up, her breasts cushioning the back of Clarissa's head as they watched TV, saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to look, breaking into a smile. "Hi. I was starting to think you guys stood us up! Come on in."

Clarissa looked over and smiled her greeting, and suppressed a giggle at the look of horror that Natalie's comment had induced on Reesy's face. As Reesy stammered, "We... we'd never do that..." Clarissa shushed her and waved her foreleg in invitation. "Come and sit with us. We're just watching the end of 'Sole Survivor.' "

The girls came in and, without thinking, imitated Clarissa's and Natalie's TV-watching position, Reesy entering first and sitting upright with her back against the wall, her hind legs spread wide with Tally sitting between them, leaning back against her -- it took a few moments of fidgeting for Reesy to get comfortable, and Tally scrunched down a little more so that Reesy's breasts could rest on Tally's shoulders, comfortably surrounding her neck.

Clarissa, watching the screen, exclaimed, "Oh, they're going to have a footrace next."

Natalie pointed with her foreleg. "That blonde is in trouble, then. I think she broke a toe or something at the end of the rock climb -- did you see how she was limping?"

Clarissa shook her head. "I think she just turned her ankle. She's walking better now."

Moments later the five naked women crouched at the starting line of a hundred-meter track, and sprang into motion at the crack of the gun fired by the show's host. For half of the race it was very even, but sure enough, towards the end the blonde contestant lagged behind, eventually finishing some ten meters behind the next slowest runner.

She dropped to her knees on the track and pounded the ground with her fist in disgust, but composed herself for the post-race interview. When the host asked about her toe, she sighed and nodded. "Yeah, it was hurting, but I wasn't really conscious of it during the race -- adrenaline or something, I guess. Anyway, I just want to thank the sponsors for letting me compete." She shook her head sadly, and absently wiped at a small dribble of sweat running down between her breasts. "I really felt confident about winning the grand prize..." The show offered the winner a million dollars, five years' immunity from the draft, and the ownership of the second-place finisher as her personal bed-slave for a year, which made for an extremely hard-fought final round, "...but I hope the contestants who are left," she gestured towards the other girls who were walking nearby, in various stages of getting their breath back, "will be happy with my meat." She climbed the steps to the track-side gallows, sighing again with obvious disappointment as the noose was tightened around her neck and her hands tied behind her.

The girls both darted a quick look at Clarissa, who had sighed and bit her lip wistfully as the girl on the screen was slowly hoisted and started kicking. After about four minutes she hung limp, and the show went to commercial.

Clarissa shook her head slightly. "She didn't last very long. She needed to take a few more slow, deep breaths before they hoisted her."

Natalie nodded. "The show's people probably told her all that before the contests got started, but she probably wasn't listening. She always seemed too overconfident through the whole thing."

Clarissa looked at Tally. "You two ever think about the Hanging Academy? With your grades you probably could have made it, and being sisters would really make you an attractive pairing."

Tally, a little startled to be suddenly part of the conversation, responded, "Ummm, no. We were always thinking about the Breeding Farm."

Reesy said earnestly, "But if we'd got drafted, we talked about maybe being hanged here, in the yard."

Clarissa smiled. "Tom likes doing things his own way, but you probably could have talked him into it."

Natalie nudged the off-button on the remote with her hoof and grinned at the girls. "So you guys want to play a little bit?"

Both girls sucked in quick breaths. Tally, wide-eyed, said "Oh, uhh, sure. What do we do?"

Clarissa looked at them for a moment, appraisingly. After what seemed to the girls a long wait, she asked slowly, "Why are you both so nervous? Do you want to be with us?"

The words spilled out of both of them. "Oh yes! More than anything!" "Tell us what you like to do! We'll do anything!"

Natalie gently touched Reesy's shoulder with her hoof, and both girls stopped babbling. She looked back and forth between them. "Somehow you both feel funny about being here, with us."

Tally looked at Natalie, her jaw hanging open. "You just always know."

Natalie held back a giggle. "It wasn't that hard, dear."

Reesy blinked, suddenly identifying what she was feeling inside. "But that's it, really. All our lives, you've always known..." A memory occurred to her. "You know that story you told us, a long time ago, about the oracle? I don't exactly remember how it all went, but I remember the oracle..." She felt Tally, in front of her, jump slightly, and knew she had had the same thought in her mind.

Natalie nodded and smiled. "I remember that one. That was one of my favorites."

"Well... to us, you've always sort of been the oracle." She looked at her aunts. "Both of you. You always know the answers, and you've taught us so many things..."

Tally continued, "And you always understand what we're feeling. Sometimes when our moms don't, you do."

Clarissa ventured, "So... it's hard for you to imagine us getting off that pedestal and coming down where you are?"

Reesy looked at her apologetically. "I don't know if I'd say it exactly like that." She knew that must be it, though. She and Tally had played with all of the rest of their aunts, including Gail and Sarah, and had never felt so shy with any of them.

Natalie looked at both of them, and they were stunned to see a tear forming in the corner of her eye, but she was smiling. "Come on, you two. Don't you know you're doing so much more for us than we've ever been able to do for you?"

They looked at her slack-jawed. Reesy stammered, "What... what do you mean?"

Clarissa put the tip of her hoof gently against Tally's stomach, and said huskily, "You're having our babies. We want to be able to show you how much that means to us, and how special you are to us."

Both girls shivered suddenly. Tally let out a drawn-out "Ohhhhhhh."

Clarissa leaned to the side and rolled up to her hooves, the ever-present chain connecting her with Natalie swinging cheerfully. Tally started to lean forward, but Natalie tapped her with her hoof and stopped her. "Just stay right there for now, dear." She then rolled to her hooves herself and, with Clarissa, approached the girls.

Clarissa smiled at the girls. "One thing Natalie and I were talking about before you got here was that we haven't been able to have a nice, long turn at your breasts -- just that first day when your milk started coming in, and everybody got a little bit. Tally," she tapped her shoulder with her hoof, "Lean over just a little that way -- there, like that, so I can get at Reesy."

Reesy looked down breathlessly as Clarissa's lips closed around her breast, shivering again, a thrill running through her body as Clarissa began sucking and the milk began to flow. She had shared her milk with all of the rest of the family, but nothing had prepared her for the feeling of... the closest she could come to describing it was a feeling of honor mixed with love, as Aunt Clary, whom she had always regarded with such awe, took in a part of Reesy's body and made it part of her own. She heard Tally's gasp, a tiny excited squeak, as Natalie began suckling from her, and she knew Tally was feeling the same with Aunt Natalie.

Clarissa, for her part, felt a satisfaction within herself at a level so deep that sexual sharing rarely touched it, except when she and Natalie were feeling especially close: the knowledge that she was absorbing nourishment from Reesy, from the very same source that would sustain Clarissa's daughter in the first months of her life. Here, near the very end of her life, with as much past to look back on and remember as she would ever have, she felt, as she swallowed Reesy's milk, a very personal, touchable connection with the future. She felt Natalie's hip nudge hers as she nursed from Tally, Natalie's touch communicating a feeling identical to her own.

Clarissa felt a sudden tingling between her legs, a need to share more with Reesy than just milk. She let Reesy's nipple drop out of her mouth and licked the top of her breast, her tongue going farther up her chest slowly, licking Reesy's neck, below the collar and then above, hearing Reesy breathing harder, faster. Beside her, Natalie was gently urging Tally to lean further over, gradually onto her back and out from between Reesy's hind legs, Natalie easing herself down on top of Tally. Clarissa did the same with Reesy, and in a moment lay on her, their stomachs pressed together, their breasts squashed against each other and quickly becoming slippery with milk from both of them. Underneath her, Reesy clamped her hind legs against Clarissa's waist, as Clarissa spread her own hind legs wide, positioning their pussies against each other, both of them moving their hips, their pussy lips swelling as they rubbed together. Clarissa's mouth covered Reesy's, their tongues licking against each other.

Reesy's feeling of intense awe at the intimate contact with Clarissa slowly washed away, along with all other conscious thought as her excitement built. There were only sensations, and she focussed on each in turn: the softness of Clarissa's lips and tongue; the dribbles of milk, hers and Clarissa's mixed, running in tiny streams down her sides; the crinkly, sandpapery feel of their bushes rubbing; the skyrockets of tingly heat and coolness exploding in her pussy as her juices mixed with Clarissa's there.

Oddly, she felt Tally's orgasm approaching before her own -- the familiar changes in the rhythm of her sister's breathing told her everything Tally was feeling then as she wriggled under Natalie, and it added to her own elevation and sense of elation. Together she and Tally, and seconds later Clarissa and Natalie, gave voice to the explosions inside them in barely-breathed screams. Reesy clamped her forelegs convulsively against Clarissa as the spasms shook her, rocked her, and slowly, slowly, let her sink back down to earth. She felt Clarissa drop her head exhaustedly next to hers, sensed the heat and sweat from both their bodies, felt Clarissa's tired breath whistling in her ear, as the world came slowly back into focus.

At last Clarissa lifted her head and looked into Reesy's eyes with an exhausted smile. "I could feel our baby inside you."

Giggling, Reesy shook her head, her breath restored to the point of being able to whisper, "There's nothing to feel yet. It's too early."

Clarissa kissed her and shook her head, smiling and saying slowly, "I could feel her."

Reesy grinned and lifted her head to kiss Clarissa.

Clarissa rolled off to the side, laughing as her buttocks banged against Natalie's who was rolling off of Tally. All four looked, startled, at the door of the stall at the sound of Gail clearing her throat. Gail said quietly, "I need to lock up now. Are all of you staying in here tonight?"

Tally and Reesy looked uncertainly at their aunts, who both nodded at Gail. Natalie spoke for them. "We want to spend a little more time together." She looked at the girls. "If you want to."

Tally and Reesy both broke into grins. "Sure." They waited patiently as Gail locked the overhead chains to their collars, and closed the stall gate with a clang, the lock engaging. Both girls laughed as Clarissa asked, "So what should we do now?"

They made love several more times, long after Gail had turned the lights down.