You pull up to the stadium and find a spot near the entrance. Stepping out to feel the cool evening air through your hair and the breeze graze over your udders and cantaloupe sized balls full of pre churned prey. Those being a few felines she snagged off the street.
The cow looks in her purse counting the condoms she brought.
"28, 29, 30, 31. That should be enough for tomorrow. Heaven knows my growing calfs need their mother's special milk. So happy that this place is always stocked to the brim with supplies. And when all is done I can sit back and enjoy myself." She giggled before closing her purse. Strutting her 6ft self to the front of of the stadium.
Flashing her member's card, she doesn't have to wait in a long line like the other folks outside. Now that she has got inside, her mind began to wonder where she should go first for filling up on stock.
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