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In Swissville there was a breeding organization that was well known. Within its clean and well maintained facilities there was a dedicated staff that helped the customers and their cattle with several aspects of farm life.

From across the Midwest many farm owners would bring their cows in to the facility to be artificially inseminated by the rotating stock of virile donors that visited the facility. Within, the cattle were treated very well, the females often getting milked while they were impregnated and even receiving any series of luxury treatments. While they were serviced, participants were often subject to massages, catered food, and soothing atmospheres. Most cows often looked forward to the pleasant experiences.

From outside the facility, a large, orange truck came rumbling smoothly into the packed parking lot near the front of the building. After slipping into one of only a few vacant spots, the vehicle was turned off and the driver side door came open.

Out stepped a rather tall and handsome bull. He was fit and strong, not an ounce of excess fat on him, and the muscles that made up his arms and wrapped his torso were well defined and angular. He held the body of someone that was hard working and was used to digging his hands into dirt and manipulating all manner of tools on a day to day basis.

Indeed, his profession as a farm hand often lent himself to tedious work but at the end of every day he always felt accomplished and happy that he was able to have such a fulfilling purpose. His name was Maurice, and he was one of the more well known workers in the town, mainly due to the fact that he practically ran everything on the Dairy Sweet farm and was the guide that all other workers looked to for support. Dairy Sweet also happened to be the same organization that owned the breeding facility.

Maurice wore a pair of dirty jeans, a gray flannel shirt and a cap that was settled between his horns. He adjusted his hat and settled his truck keys into his pocket as he wordlessly walked over to the front of the building.

Just out from there was another individual that gave an enthusiastic wave to the bull as he came nearer. She was a border collie that was dressed in typical medical garb, a white coat over purple scrubs. In her paw she held a clipboard that had some pertinent information for the bull. Her name was Sandra, she was a nurse for the facility and one of the many directors that pared bulls and cows who had a high probability of making strong, healthy offspring.

"Thank you so much for coming on such short notice, Maurice," she said with an apologetic look on her face.

The male chuckled and shrugged. "Don't worry about it, I'm just happy to do my part," he replied and stopped a couple feet away.

"We'll pay you a small premium at least, things have gotten pretty dire," she explained as she turned to the front door and opened it, holding it back as the bull followed her in. The two walked through the reception area where many other similar bulls and cows were waiting around and were being directed by other staff members of the organization.

"So what's the deal, cows are having a tough time getting pregnant?" he asked as they stepped into a clinic styled area with medical professionals doing exams on what seemed like a crowd of the same kind of people in the reception area.

"It's worse than that," Sandra sighed as Maurice sat down in an examination room and got set up for a blood draw. He was so fit that finding a vein wasn't the slightest bit difficult, though he hated needles. Despite his disdain for them he gave no reaction when she stuck the inside of his elbow and began to draw his blood into a vial. "None of the pregnancies have taken hold no matter how many samples are given, and we don't know why. On top of that, a large amount of the milk we've gotten from the cows has gotten a strange bug in it. Who ever drinks it gets sick, we don't know how or why, but very little of it has been able to be put on shelves."

"Are the cows okay? Are they transferring the bug?" he asked, concerned.

"No, as far as we can tell the bug is nowhere to be seen in them, which is so very odd. It somehow gets in the milk sometime between when its harvested and when it gets to the shelf," the dog sighed as she pulled the needle out and brought the full vile of blood over to a machine to be analyzed.

"Has anyone been in to see if the bug is getting in through the facility?" he asked and leaned back in his chair.

Sandra shook her head sadly and crossed her arms over her chest. "When all of this came to light, we were audited by the FDA. We are up to code on everything and no harmful diseases were found inside of the packaging area. We've ever tested the milk at every stage of its production, it's hit or miss at what stage it will show up, whatever seems to be consistent is that it's always infected when it gets into the store."

Maurice nodded thoughtfully and rubbed his hand against his chin. "Hmm, that's very odd. I'd imagine Dairy Sweet is hurting pretty bad then, eh?" he asked.

"Well, we were doing okay until the cows suddenly stopped getting pregnant. I dunno, maybe with some of your legendary seed we can get something planted," she chuckled and winked. He snickered as well. Maurice was known to be very promiscuous, even going out of his way to have fun with any of the cows that he tended to on the Dairy Sweet farm or even the other farm hands.

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