Animal Farm thread 2: Cleanly Shaven Edition
Post anything about farm animals and discuss what life on your farm would be like
Same question as before:
If you found yourself on a farm filled with anthro farm animals in the middle of breeding season and could choose to transform into an anthro farm animal, what species (and gender if you want) would you choose to be?
>what life on your farm would be like
Wouldn't work with anthro animals: "Four legs good two legs... wait.. shit, is there any meaningful distinction between us and human beings? I mean, really, self-determination is a fine thing, but I think we might be being overly reductive in classing ourselves as animals given that we seem to have more in common than not."
"God DAMN it Bessie, this kind of shit is is why we're strapped into milking machines right now."
"Yeah lovely isn't it I was getting sore"
"Yes! No! That's not the point.... what is the point? Something about legs?"
"Did you see the new horse? He's got some nice ones on him"
Hmmm. Cows that are completely passive and unresistant because they are constantly sidetracked and diverted by any passing thought. Sort of a gentle bimbofication.
Yes, but some animals are more equal than others.
If I ever owned a farm, my ideal situation would involve little work and plenty of time for flying around in a bi-plane. Of course, owning a farm means you could own animals, and since I've always loved animals, I know I would end up with at least a few. I don't consider myself especially lewd or one of high libido, but I'm sure that one day, those stupid sexy animals would break me. I know I would fight it terribly, but one day curiosity would kick in a little too strong. One day, I would join them in their conversations and try to ease them into the idea of doing something lewd. I'm terrible at not choosing favorites, so I could only hope the others wouldn't get too jealous if something did end up happening. There would be but one animal allowed inside my own home and the rest would be in the barn. The other animals would probably grow distasteful towards my favorite and I'd have to defend her from their constant barrage of quips and insults. I'd have to hold her extra tight at night and whisper reassurances into her ear about how nothing could ever replace her in my heart, and because of that, she might rest easy. I imagine my favorite being something cuddly like a nice, fluffy sheep.
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