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"Bertha, you seem tense."

"Hm?"

Bertha focuses on Bob, the giant bull sitting across from her, making the table seem small. She strokes her finger across the tablecloth, shrugging. "My mind has been fried."

"I feel that," Bob says, hunching over, tapping the butt of his fork against his glass.

In the distance, a baby cries, and its mother holds it, shushing and cradling the precious package.

Bertha places a hand upon her stomach, and the thought of Cody's hot breath on her neck, his canine cock inside her, flickers.

"Berth-?"

"Welcome to Fransico's this evening!" says the canine server, a young man dressed nicely. He smiles at each of the diners.

"Bob..." Bertha speaks up. "Bob?"

Bob takes his eyes off the waiter and picks up the menu. "Uh, yeah, ranch-style salad for me. High on alfalfa and a bottle of Kvass for the two of us."

"I'll, uh, have the same thing," Bertha says, her eyes returning to the family, the mother holding her baby close.

"Coming right up, you two," the waiter says, twirling around and walking away with a spring in his step.

"How do you think they make guys that thin?" Bob says, twirling his beard hair in contemplation."

"I'm going mad, Bob."

"Huh?"

Bertha turns to him, smiling softly. She reaches out a leg, stroking his leg with her hoof. "I can't stand not having a baby."

"Yeah, uh, how's that going?" he asks.

She moos gently. "What do you mean?"

"Oh wait, no, I got the report back. It, uh, it's not gonna happen."

The two sit there in silence, their drink arriving, neither taking a sip.

The bull takes a breath.

Bertha sighs.

"There's something about Cody."

"I need to tell you about Cody."

They spoke together. The bull bites his lip.

Bertha shakes her head. "It's my fault."

"N-no, don't say that." He reaches out, placing a hand on hers. "It's my fault. I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't do what I needed for you."

Bertha blots her eyes with a napkin, burying her head in one hand. "I should have been stronger for you. I should have talked to you!"

It's my fault. I... I never told you. I've been feeling this way for years. You know how your family is, and I never knew you could be so open.

Bertha spreads her fingers, peering out through one eye. "Are we... talking about the same thing?"

He blinked. "Aren't we?"

They stare at each other, searching into each other's eyes before Bertha takes her glass and downs it, slamming it on the table. "Okay, then... on three, Bob, and you better not be fucking with me. We say what's on our mind. Here and now.

"R-right," Bob says, adjusting his collar. He puffs out his chest while Bertha motions the numbers. Once she closes her fist, it's done.

Their voices ring in unison. "I slept with Cody. The fuck!?"

--

Laying in his bed, Billy scrolls on his phone. He's dressed jdown to his boxers, laying in his fuzzy and spotted self, a hand resting upon his stomach, and watching the read receipt on his phone.

Ellipses appear.

The young bull scoots back against the headboard, his hand sliding down over his stomach.

"You really are a curious cow, aren't you?" came the reply.

Billy furrows his brow, typing.

Billy: You know, a cow is female cattle. Technically, I'm a bull.

Cody: "Technically?" Okay, but what about the curious part?

Billy: Yeah, I am curious..

Billy: Why the quotes?

Cody: People can be what they want. You don't write so enthused.

Billy: I'm not trans.

Cody: I never mentioned that.

Cody: But you seem to have thought about it..

Billy: We're not talking about me. We're talking about you.

Cody: Yeah? And what about me, Curious Cow?

Billy huffs, but he picks up, walking toward the window. He peers through the blinds, seeing the light in Cody's house piercing through the darkness. He can see the outline of the canine form lounging back.

"Shit!" He scrambles, dropping his phone, falling to the floor, his phone falling face up, where he can see his surprised expression and Cody's smug one.

"Well, now, you are curious," Cody growls.

Billy's heart thumps. His throat goes dry. He reaches a trembling hand up toward his phone. "S-sorry, miscall."

"You wanna end our conversation already?"

Billy pauses, scrunching up his mouth. "W-well, I don't know what to say."

"Anything you want, curious," Cody says, scratching his chest.

Billy gulps down a big cud of nothing, scooping up his phone in his hands, the light reflecting off his glasses. "W-well, okay. C-could you zoom out a little?"

"Sure," Cody responds, holding his phone out. He flashes a V and tilts his head. "You mirin'?

"A-a little."

"Heh, I getcha. I work hard to look this good. I do like to show off."

"Wish I could."

"You totally can. That messy hair of yours. Your fluffiness. You could be the sexiest beast in town if you put your mind to it."

"Huh? But I'm so weak."

"It ain't about strength. It's about what you have. Look at me, I'm a wiry fuck, but I tone myself up and grow out my fluff a bit to not look like a stick. You gotta find out what you like and go with it. What do you not like about yourself."

"I guess I look... kinda girly?"

"And you hate that?"

"Well. I don't think anyone would like it."

Cody's snout turns up to a soft smirk. "And who on this wonderful earth ever said that?"