Jordan saves the day
Ron snorted pulling the big jersey cow closer, as he starred down the big bull. not hearing the elevator doors sliding open behind him, nor the steps of the massive rhino. "tina..."
Dad and Son Have Some Bovine Fun
In fact, as brian got closer to his former son, the jersey cow belched right in his face. bruurrrppp!!! “gotcha back, dad!” she giggled. despite her voice being higher pitched, it was still unmistakably granger.
Popular
You now milk better than a jersey cow. what do you have to say about that?" the mare whimpered, clutching her newly enhanced breasts with tears staining her muzzle as she whispered, "th-thank you.. mistress."
What Tigers Dream Of - Chap. 6
Eddie was an orangeish brown jersey cow that played football at the school and was the varsity's number one quarterback. he was the only guy cool enough to wear his hair like elvis and dress in blue jeans and leather jackets.
Between the Lines
It didn't take long before the waitress, a young caramel-coloured jersey cow, came over and smiled up at him. "morning sarah," brock smiled, touching a finger to the tip of his forehead.
Don't Mess With Big Milk
A jersey cow with light brown fur and plenty of adipose surrounding her, she was the opposite of tracy in many ways. "jenny! you're not sleeping again, are you?"
Why buy the milk...
Her overalls were hiding most of her fur but from what i could see she had the typical black and white patterns of a jersey cow. her size was also typical for her species, a little heavy set but more in a curvaceous kind of a way.
First love (Flashback)
That sweet little jersey cow loved me. it made me, i can only assume, the happiest man on earth.
Bessies Bar
Bessie runs a bar, good food, good drinks and good company, but step out of line and this jersey cow will show you the error of your ways... _bessies bar_ _©_ cederwyn whitefurr 11th march 2025 all rights reserved.
The Capture
I told the jersey cow above me. "really?" she cried. "absolutely. only with three requests little one." i responded. "anything at all!" sophie chirped a little to eagerly. i held up one finger "if i produce milk i want to save it."
Workplace Romp
The supple jersey cow chomped into a glazed yeast with no hint of remorse. "i was in the editing bay," baxter defended. opal just went '_mmf, mm, umfff_.' "why don't we get them from long's anymore?" baxter continued, reading the new name on the box.
Butterscotch
"and, with a last look at the weather, let's go back to fib," said the co-anchor, a gregarious jersey cow. she looked off-camera and batted her doe-like eyes. "thanks, opal," the male harvest mouse said. the view switched to him.