A shy desperate hucow knocks on her neighbors door to ask "do you have any batteries?" The woman who answered the door, who's either unaware or unconcerned that she's neither wearing a bra nor tucking, responds: "Uh, maybe, what kind?" "I need some for this." Gwen holds up a dead electric breast pump. "I think it takes D's." "I might have some. Come in, take a seat wherever. I'll take a look. I’m Senna, by the way." Gwen steps in, surprised but happy with how helpful her neighbor is being. She settles onto the couch and tries not to touch anything or even look around to much, she doesn't want to pry. "Damn, I guess we don't have any." Senna’s voice calls out from deeper in the apartment. The cow's heart sinks, a whine of frustration escapes her. "Yeah, I'm sorry." Senna reenters the room. "Oh!" The hucow is mortified at her unbidden display of ingratitude. "I'm so sorry, thanks for looking. I didn't mean to whine, I'm just really frustrated because it died on me right when I started milking-" "Yeah, I could tell." Senna interrupts with a grin, pointing down at the wet spots soaking through Gwen’s shirt. "Oh god," her hands fly to her chest. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to." "It's fine." Her neighbor waves off her concern while sitting down on the couch. "Y'know, I've got some experience milking by hand, if you're ok with doing it that way. She mimes squeezing as she speaks, and Gwen can't help but imagine those long fingers wrapped around her, and blush bright red at the thought. "Um, that wouldn't be too intimate for you? I mean, we're basically strangers." "Honey, I'd love to be intimate with you." The cow blushes even brighter, but at the same time she turns toward Senna. "Um, if you're ok with it, that would be a big help."
"Sounds great, you ready right now?" Senna asks, moving to kneel on the couch facing Gwen. The hucow blushes even brighter, her heart pounds with excitement and nervousness. For a moment she worries she won't be able to bring herself to speak, but the ache in her breasts centers her, she knows what she wants. "Yes." She nods. "I'm ready." Senna pats the couch, signalling her to turn, and Gwen obliges, turning to sit facing her neighbor with her back against the couches rounded armrest. Senna leans in over her and places a hand on the hem of her shirt. "Can I take this off?" Gwen nods, and steady hands pull her shirt up over her head. Being undressed by someone else makes her feel small in an embarrassingly pleasant way that makes her cheeks burn and her heart race. "Ok, lets get you warmed up." Senna brings her hands to Gwen’s breasts, grabbing gently and letting her fingers slowly settle onto Gwen’s skin. Pleasure, relief, and desire crash into eachother and mix in her mind before exiting her lips in a moan. "Mmmmhmmmmoo-" Gwen catches herself, bringing her hands to her mouth before the noise can become a moo. "I'm sorry, that was pretty loud."
"It's ok, you can make whatever sounds you want." Senna reassures her. "O-okay." Senna's hands begin to explore her breasts, squeezing gently, releasing, sliding over her to adjust position and angle before squeezing again. "God these are nice."
"Th-Thank-thank you, you're really pretty too."
“Aww, thank you-oh look at that.” Gwen follows Senna’s eyes and confirms what she can already feel. Drops of milk have appeared on her nipples. They waver for a moment before falling onto her stomach, in another moment they’re replaced by new droplets. “Oh, uh, sorry I didn’t remember we’d need a glass.” Gwen says, flustered. “Do we need one?” Senna responds, before indicating her mouth with a finger and pointedly parting her full lips. Gwen feels her brain begin to short circuit but forces it to hold together. “N-no, I don’t think we need one.”
