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"How's our newest cow today?" The head rancher asks, heading into the stable. A warm smile spreads across his bearded face as he sees the lovely bovine anthro.

Bessie hangs from the ceiling of the barn, her arms and her legs tied up to the ceiling as she dangles down, facing the head rancher. Sitting by her side wiht her soft hands on her impressive tits, is the rancher's daughter, Lucy. The girl has been milking cattle all her life, and has a way that makes the anthros blush and groan.

"Everything is good 'round here, pa!" Lucy says, standing up and giving Lucy a smack on her thick rump. "This one makes some really nice milk. You want a taste?" She chuckles as she lifts up a small cup of the fresh warm milk. She brings it to her lips and chugs it down, sighing happily. "Ain't nothing like fresh milk"

"Makes a growing girl strong," The head rancher says, nodding.

"Shucks, pa..." Lucy says, a hand on her hip. Her thumb casually scratches at her side where her skin is exposed between her shirt and her overalls. "I ain't no girl no more!" she says. "You know that."

"Sure nuff" he says, pulling off his hat. "That's why, I got you a present."

"A present, for little ol' me?" Lucy says, placing her hand on Bessie's head, scratching behind her ear. "Whatever could it be?"

He smiles and steps back, reaching behind the door to pull out a large iron. "Remember when you drew up yer ranch symbol? Well, here you are!"

Lucy drops the cup and slaps her cheeks, squealing so happily. She runs up and snatches the brand, stroking it gently in her rough rancher hands. "Oh, pa, does this mean?"

"Yup," He says, rubbing his bald head. "You get to own your very first cow or steer."

She smirks as she looks over to the suspended Bessie. "Shucks. I know just the one."

Bessie was taken down from her milking station and headed over to the branding table. Though she's tied up once more, she bends over a table, her rump poking up nice and invitingly. Her swollen breats squish up against the table, and Lucy pats her on the head. "Happy to be milked now, eh, Bessie?" Lucy says. She puts on her gloves and walks on over towards the hot fire. There she pulls out the brand and sees that it is red hot, just like her pa taught her.

Bessie looks over her shoulder, biting her lip as she watches the rancher's daughter walk up behind her. She curles her fingers, digging her hooves into the dirt floor and waiting for it.

White hot pain surges through her as she feels the brand burn her hide. She lets out a loud and long moo, but just as it began, it ended, leaving her rump with the symbol of a heart with an L inside of it.

Lucy brushes her hand over her cow's head and shushes her. "There there, girl. It's over. Now, yer mine." She says, and as she glances over the cow's body, she gasps when she sees the blushing, panting face of her charge. "Well, shucks, girl. Guess I gotta remember you like it a bit rough!" She giggles, winking.