cow girl · anthro · motherly · athletic · large breasts · fertile · kind · fantasy · resistant to fattening · golden hair
The auction block’s wooden planks creaked under Elara’s weight. She was twenty-one, a cow-woman with gold spilling down her back and luminous eyes fixed on the crowd. Her horns caught the light; her tail twitched once against the black and red fabric of the auction-house uniform. The full curve of her milk-heavy breasts, the sweep of her child-bearing hips—they marked her as everything the farmers here wanted to buy. A cold knot tightened in her stomach. This was the threshold: one side, a life of forced breeding and measured feed until she was hollowed out. The other side… she barely dared imagine it. The spotlight pinned her in place. Her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Please, she prayed, not to any god but to the silence between breaths. Let no one bid.