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PrintableI don't know about cows, but I know when I get milked, I feel ashamed.
And about $20 lighter too.  | |
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Cow said: Finally a thread about cows and this is what you humans come up with.
I mean WTF! COW!!!!   I was seriously going to post a thread demanding your return 
As for how it feels - if the udder is very full the cow will wag back and forth, sort of like a human does when s/he really needs to pee, so... it's very stressful when you're the one milking them cos it's not really possible to see who needs to get milked first and it takes however long it takes with each cow. I always pity the cows when that happens.  | |
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Spookymuffin said: Ask your mummy what it feels like.
Seriously though - why the fuck do we, humans, like to drink the lactate from other animals? Who the fuck was the first disgusting individual who walked past a cow, looked at the udders and thought:  
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Cow said: JasmineFire said: well cow, enlighten us. what does it feel like to be milked? or are you a beef cow? I stood there trembling. The man in the green hat was going to drop by any minute and relive my aching udders of their burden. He cam every morning as the sun rose. I knew what he was their for. The silver pail gleaming as the new day dawned. But even though he was taking from me, he was giving something too. Relief. Release, A sense of freedom felt in my tingly cow parts. "Hey there, Bossy," he said, in his rural twang. Who cares if that wasn't my name. The man in the green hat could call me anything he wanted as long as his eased my pain. He climbed on next to me and sat down on the stool. The familliar clang of the bucket was next. The routine was so familliar and yet it did not bring contempt. Only a strange sense of contentment and pleasure, deep down in my four stomachs. The hands were warm, not cold and calloused like so many who had groped me before. It was almost like he was wearing gloves but he wasn't. It was his pleasing man-hands, so knowledgeable about how to get what they wanted from me. The milk splattered against the pail, slowly at first and then more rapidly as my udders continued to crave release. Squeeze, squeeze, splash...squeeze, squeeze, splash...a symphony of soon to be homogenized relief. It was all I could take and then I could hear the sound escape from my lips. The sound that indicated that I was at his mercy. "Moo," I bellowed. What more could be said, really. The man with the green hat smiled with a self-satisfied humanoid smile that showed he knew I was at his mercy. His hands could do what my hooves could not. Damn his gentle, warm man-hands. Damn my refilling udder. Damn this milk that brought me so much pleasure and yet so much pain. Okay, is that what you wanted to hear, you sick, sick bastards! Damn...manual milking...no automatic milking machine for you. | |
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Spookymuffin said: Ask your mummy what it feels like.
Seriously though - why the fuck do we, humans, like to drink the lactate from other animals? Who the fuck was the first disgusting individual who walked past a cow, looked at the udders and thought: we are animals even if we will not admit it/we are scavengers/look at nature for the answer | |
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