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Chapter 4

Jasmine and Muffin

Seven years ago...

The change didn't happen overnight. It took years to make its way across the nation, often hindered by attempts to quarantine populations of livestock. The quarantines never worked, though. The virus was unpredictable. Some of the infected would start the change instantly, but in others it could lay dormant for years. Any hope of preserving sterile populations were thwarted before they even began by infected that just hadn't showed signs of the change yet.

It took almost three years for the virus to affect the last of Henry Hoyt's cattle. Most of the girls that survived were among the first to change. Elsie, Annabelle and Sophie survived the first round, with only two deaths. Jasmine, Muffin and Daisy survived the second, but five other girls died. That's how it went on, until all of them had either changed or died.

How long that change took varied from girl to girl, and It seemed that age had everything to do with it. Elsie was the oldest to survive, but it took her two months to complete the process. Annabelle was the youngest, and she made it through in four weeks.

But the older girls that didn't make it...

The lucky ones died quickly. A few lingered on in pain for more than a quarter of a year.

Henry couldn't bring himself to put them down. Even when he was sure they wouldn't make it. They weren't just cows any more, and he couldn't decide if it would be sympathy or murder.

He was just a farmer. This was too big for him to handle alone.

Thankfully, he wasn't alone. Of the three years it took for the last of his cattle to change, the nine survivors were all done within the first two.

They learned quickly. Language came to them almost intuitively, especially for Jasmine. She absorbed knowledge like a sponge in her first six months, learning to read and write and the basics of mathematics all on her own time.

All of the girls fell into their own roles, and Jasmine took it on herself to pass as much of her understanding of language on to the others as she could, in a way that they would understand. She became a kind of teacher among them, holding small classes to help everyone else become more functional as people.

The rest just did whatever they could to help.

Some acted as nurses, helping tend to the changing. There wasn't much anyone could do except make sure they stayed fed and hydrated, and try to keep them comfortable. It was a twenty four hour job though, and Henry was already stretched past exhaustion on a daily basis.

Some helped tend to the farm. They converted parts of the pastures into crops to help offset the costs of feeding so many. Henry, like most people, had practically become a vegetarian overnight when the change happened. He started getting a little malnourished for a while, since he hadn't really replaced meat with any other form of protein. Getting food from the city had become too expensive, so he was just eating what they had.

It was only because of Muffin that he didn't wither away completely. She had been learning to cook, and she loved it.

Henry's mother had left a lot of cookbooks behind when she passed, but he had to be convinced to give them over. There were an awful lot of recipes for beef in them, and that made him uncomfortable. He never told them, but he had a freezer stocked with meat when the change started. He couldn't bring himself to touch it afterward. One day he drove it to town, and sold it all for twenty times what he would have been able to before. The money helped with a lot of things, but not his guilt.

But Muffin would have none of it. She argued that the recipes were still useful, even if she had to swap out ingredients. Eventually she wore him down and he handed over the books.

Food quality increased overnight. She learned how to make vegetable stocks and stews. She made dressings for salads. She did it all while talking and laughing and singing... And it helped. Sometimes she was the only thing keeping it all together. The only one keeping morale up in a world that had surrounded them with death.

Jasmine just found her annoying. She felt like Muffin had no right to be so cheerful in the face of so much hardship. She didn't hate her. Everyone appreciated her cooking, since it was one less thing to worry about. She just couldn't stand her constant perkiness, and avoided her whenever she could.

The last few to change didn't show much promise. Bertha, Henrietta and Daphne were all far too old. There was little chance any of them would make it. The only hope they had was for Cupcake, Muffin's sister. She'd been born well after the change had already begun, to an unchanged mother. She was younger than many that had already survived it.

Bertha started to change first, and died quickly. Henrietta followed suit a couple weeks later. Daphne began within days of that, but she was tough. She gave it a real go, and was still hanging in there when Cupcake started her own change a full two months later.

Muffin and Cupcake bonded instantly. She would sing her little sister songs, and talk to her and laugh. Cupcake didn't understand really any of it, but she adored the one doing it. Henry had never seen anyone in so much pain smile before. It filled them all with hope.

But it just wasn't meant to be...

Jasmine made her way around the barn and into the small stand of trees and bushes behind it. It was barely a path. She tucked the book she was carrying in front of her protectively as if the leaves brushing against her arms might damage it.

She came out this way anytime she wanted to be alone. There was a clearing about forty yards in, with a little shack next to the creek that was still in pretty good shape. She'd cleaned it up quite a bit to make herself a nice, quiet little place to read, but not so far from the farm that she couldn't hear the bell if someone needed her.

She had no idea who made the shack, but in truth it was Henry and his father. He'd grown up here, and the two had built it as a fort where he could come and be alone. He and Jasmine did a lot of the same things here, in fact. Reading, napping, and curiously examining the periwinkles and water striders in the creek. It would have made Henry happy to know that it was being used again, but he was too busy to ever find out.

Jasmine heard something odd as she approached the clearing though. Someone else was already there, and it sounded like whoever they were... They were crying.

She stepped out of the bushes, and there sitting on the log next to the water was Muffin. Jasmine had never seen her anything but happy and laughing, but she was in tears now, weeping openly by herself in the woods.

She just watched her for a long while, unsure what to do. After a long minute Muffin must have heard something, and she turned her head to see the other girl standing there.

"Oh. Good morning, Jasmine." She said, trying to put on a smile and rubbing her eyes, "I didn't think anyone would come out here."

Jasmine just nodded, still trying to process what she was looking at, "Is something wrong?"

Muffin turned away again, trying to hide her face, "She... She didn't make it."

Jasmine sighed heavily, but she wasn't surprised, "We expected that, though. Daphne was tough, but she was just too..."

"No..." Muffin cut her off, her chest heaving once as she tried to cut off a sob, "Cupcake... She... She..."

"What?" Jasmine was shocked. The change in her was almost over. They'd never lost one so close to the end, "But she... How?"

She just shook her head, "Henry thinks... Something must have gone wrong with her heart. He tried to save her... He tried..."

Jasmine moved along side her, taking a seat on the log a few feet away, "I'm sorry."

Muffin nodded, sniffling a little. She was still crying, but not the sobs that had taken her before. After a long pause, she finally asked, "Do you hate me, Jasmine?"

That caught her by surprise. True, she had always found her to be annoying, but she'd never said anything to anyone about it. She just tried to avoid her, "What? No... It's not..."

"What is it then?" Muffin asked, looking over at her with clear hurt in her eyes, "I've tried so hard to get you to like me, but you just roll your eyes and walk away... I can see it, you know."

Jasmine looked away nervously. Apparently she hadn't needed to say anything at all to let her know how she felt about her, and now she felt awful about it, "I think... Maybe I just don't understand you. You're always so... Happy."

"You think I don't get sad?" She asked, a little annoyed, "Of course I do! But I'm trying to stay positive! I'm trying to help!"

Jasmine sat bolt upright with surprise. She'd never seen her like this. No one had, and that was the point.

Just as quickly, Muffin started to collapse in on herself as tears took over again, "I don't... I don't think I'm helping."

"Don't say that!" Jasmine said, realizing finally exactly how much help the other girl actually was. This whole time she had been hiding in the woods with a book to get away from the chaos, and Muffin was putting herself right into the middle of it. She was doing her best to keep everyone sane. And Jasmine had to ask herself... What was that costing her? "Everyone thinks you're great!"

Muffin sniffled again, "Then why don't you like me?"

Jasmine stood, moving over to sit back down next to the crying girl. She reached over and gently took her hand in her own, and the pair looked off into the creek silently for a long moment before she finally spoke.

"I do like you." Jasmine said quietly, "I do now."

Two years later...

Jasmine and Henry were in the barn alone. It was early. Very early, and it would have been obvious to anyone looking at Henry that he would have been a lot happier if he was still in bed. He had just finished showing her how to set up the machines so she could do it by herself, and now the pair were back out in the main room with Henry getting ready to leave.

"You're sure about this?" He asked, followed by a yawn.

"Yes, Henry." She said, "As sure as I've been the last twenty times you asked me."

"Alright, alright..." He said turning back to retrieve a small woman's shoebox off the edge of the sink, which he then walked back over to Jasmine to hand it to her, "For the record... I don't ever want to talk about where this came from."

Jasmine nodded, looking away in embarrassment, "I don't ever want to know."

She watched him leave then, sighing heavily once he was gone. This was important, she reminded herself, but the only way she was ever going to be able to run these tests was without anyone else watching. She'd die of embarrassment if anyone knew what she was doing.

But then she heard the door open again, and looked up expecting to see Henry returning for something he must of forgot. Instead it was Muffin, practically skipping into the barn with far more energy than anyone should have this time of day.

"Good morning, Jasmine!" She called out, stopping to give a little wave and sticking out her hip in a cute little pose. She'd been doing stuff like that ever since Jasmine had let her borrow a few Japanese comics she'd found. Recreating the silly little mannerisms of the characters, even though they weren't really natural in real life. Still, Jasmine didn't really mind it. She kind of enjoyed it in fact, though she would never tell anyone that.

"Muffin..." She said, surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help with your little tests, of course!" She said cheerfully, walking over to join her, "Why else would I be here?"

Jasmine was confused, "You know about... But I didn't tell anyone what I was doing."

This caused Muffin to giggle, "Oh come on, Jazzie... I've known you long enough to see when your wheels are turning. It wasn't hard to figure out what you were up to."

Jasmine shook her head slowly, closing her eyes. Ever since they had become friends, she found that Muffin had this annoying habit of being able to read her like a book. It was almost like she was in her head sometimes, and she would just out of the blue ask her about things she had only thought about.

"It's for the best, anyway." Muffin added, breaking the silence, "Two test subjects are better than one. You're the smart one, you know that better than me."

"It's not that..." Jasmine said, opening her eyes but still looking toward the ground, "It's just... You know what's involved, right? I don't think I can do that with someone watching."

"Oh, shush. It's only me." Muffin said, still far too cheerily, "I'll even go first, and then it'll be easier for you."

Jasmine thought about it for a long while. She was kind of right. Two test subjects would yield more accurate results, and it was early enough that they had plenty of time before the regular milking shift started.

Muffin could see her debating, "How about this... I'll go, and then if you want I can leave before you do it. How does that sound?"

"Yeah..." Jasmine replied, still a bit nervous, "Yeah, that's actually a fair plan. I think I can do that."

This did of course mean there was work to be done. The pair's milk was collected separately, so Jasmine had to set up the machine to turn on the hoses to Muffin's station, as well as set her up a clean collection tank. It didn't take long, and Henry had just showed her how, so it was good practice.

By the time she came back out to the main room, Muffin was at her station with her shirt unbuttoned and wide open. She smiled brightly at Jasmine when she saw her, striking another little pose with a salute that made her massive breasts jiggle.

Jasmine felt a tingle run up her spine, and she didn't know why. She'd seen her friend topless countless times now since the re-opened the farm, but for some reason it seemed different this time. Different in a way she couldn't understand.

"So how do we do this, anyway?" Muffin asked as the other girl came back around the rail to join her. Their stations had always been next to each other. Ever since that day in the woods, they'd been nearly inseparable, "I'm betting you have a plan. You always do."

Jasmine retrieved the box Henry had given her from where she had set it down, and came back to stand before her friend. She opened the top slowly, then reached in to take out the device. She lifted it out gingerly by the cord, the two ends of it dangling against each other. One of the ends was a box with a switch and a knob, about the size of a deck of cards. The other end, a pink plastic egg.

Muffin started giggling wildly, "Oh, it's adorable! Where on earth did you get that!"

Jasmine was just staring at it blankly, but replied, "I am never going to answer that question."

This caused Muffin to laugh even harder at her embarrassment, turning to the rail to retrieve her cups as she did so.

"I've never done this myself." She said, slipping each one over her pale and stiff nipples and turning the little lever that sucked them into place. Each of the hoses began to fill quickly with her uniquely gold colored milk, and she let out a little sigh. Even earlier than usual and not as full, being milked was always a relief for the girls, and the new glass teat cups that Jasmine and Henry had devised made it more than that. It was downright pleasant now, and all of them felt it.

Muffin turned back, regarding the contraption that was still dangling from her friend's fingers with a little curious noise, then said, "I probably shouldn't have worn jeans."

Without hesitation she undid the button and fly on her pants, and pulled them straight down and stepped out of them, no shame at all as she stood back up again with her vagina in full view. Jasmine couldn't help but stare. She'd seen all of her friends topless of course, and everyone had seen CB naked so often that they pretty much didn't even notice any more.

This was different, though. It was pretty and pale pink, with a little tuft of thicker white hair just above it. She just couldn't look away.

"Jazzie..." Muffin said, noticing her friend's discomfort, "Are you okay?"

"Huh?" She said, snapping back into reality, "Oh... Yeah, sorry."

Muffin smiled a little to herself. It was a curious reaction, to be sure... But it was one that made her happy. She was tethered to the machine though, and held out her hand, "Bring me the thing."

"Oh..." Jasmine said, walking over to her and setting it in her palm, "Do you want me to look away, or something?"

"No, that's fine." Muffin said, taking the two ends of the device in either hand, then changing her mind and switching their places before holding the egg shaped one up to have a look at it, "Lets see here... So this just goes up and in, I guess? What do you do with it?"

"Well I don't know!" Jasmine shrugged defensively, "I've never used it! It's not even mine!"

"Hmm... Well. Guess we'll just have to go for it then." With that she lowered the egg down, still not hesitating as she pressed it against the lips of her pussy and pressed it right up inside. Jasmine couldn't help but notice the way her lips almost slurped it right up, already a little bit moist in preparation for what was about to happen. Jasmine also couldn't help but notice that so was she.

"Oof!" Muffin jolted a bit with surprise.

"What?" Jasmine asked, "Are you okay?"

Muffin started to giggle again, "Oh... It's cold. We'll have to warm it up in the future."

Jasmine relaxed, but she was too embarrassed to say anything further.

"Right... So." Muffin held up the other end of the device to examine it. It was about as simple as anything could be. A switch labeled on and off, and a knob labeled high and low. She fiddled with the knob a bit first, turning it down to low then put her finger on the switch, "Here we go."

Her eyes went wide instantly as the egg came to life inside her. It wasn't pleasure at first, so much as it was the shock of the thing, but that quickly faded into a more pleasant tingling that started to spread through her body.

"Oh my goodness..." Muffin said, starting to pant a little, "This thing is amazing!"

All Jasmine could do was nod, staring openly at her friend in a trance.

Muffin turned the knob a little to make the thing vibrate faster, and this time her knees nearly gave out. She grabbed the rail with the hand that had been working the knob to steady herself, shaking visibly now. She stood like that for a long minute, heaving with deep breaths as she let the thing have its way with her.

"Take it..." She finally said, head down and holding out the controller to Jasmine, "Take it, take it!"

Jasmine shook her head in surprise, "What am I going to do with it!"

"Turn the thingie! Make it do stuff!" Muffin cried, another shudder rippling through her body, "My hands are shaking too much! Just take it!"

Jasmine finally reached out and took the controller, almost panicked as she looked back and forth between it and her friend. She was unsure what to do now.

"Make it... Make it go faster..." Muffin said between gasps for breath, gripping the rail with both hands now, her feet apart to keep herself from falling.

"Oh... Right." Jasmine said, her hand hovering over the knob briefly. It was only up to about a third speed, and if she'd been thinking clearly she would have surely known better, but in her current state all she could think to do was grab the knob...

And crank it.

Muffin's head shot up violently as the thing inside her went mad, eyes wide and back arched. Her hips bucked a couple of times, sending little dribbles of her wetness out in splatters onto the ground behind her.

"Too much!" She cried through clenched teeth, shuddering and heaving.

"Sorry!" Her friend cried back, cranking the knob back down all the way, "I'm so sorry, Muffin! Are you alright?"

Muffin gasped a couple times, then giggled weakly, "I'm fantastic, Jazzie..."

Jasmine blinked, then couldn't help but laugh a little herself. It wasn't something she did often. Muffin could always make her smile, but she rarely laughed.

To Muffin, it was the most cherished sound in the world.

"Faster, Jasmine." She said quietly, "Just not that fast."

She worked the knob again, this time starting at the one third power where it had been when Muffin had given her the device, causing her friend to close her eyes and let out a little moan. She left it there for a few seconds, then edged it up further.

Muffin had started to thrust her hips slowly, her plump and lovely backside rising and falling with the motion. She was close, and they both knew it. Her breathing was coming heavier and heavier as she approached, "Oh, Jasmine... It's so good..."

Jasmine was breathing pretty heavily as well now, enthralled by the sight. It had been that she couldn't look away before, but now she just didn't want to. This was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. Watching her friend like this, listening to her call her name... All she could think was how beautiful Muffin was.

"Just... A little more... A little faster..." Muffin said, turning to look her Jasmine right in the eyes now, "I'm almost there, Jasmine... Almost..."

She turned the knob again, and that was all it took. Muffin's whole body went straight like a plank from the floor to the rail, feet out behind her and hands gripping the rail tightly. Every muscle in her body went tight, but even clenched her plump little bottom couldn't help but jiggle as each spasm of pleasure shot through her body.

As it started to ebb, she slowly started to let herself down onto her knees facing her friend. Jasmine could only watch as Muffin reached down to pull the thing gently out of her body by the cord, letting it fall to the ground along with a pool of her fluids that it flopped around in like a tadpole too big for its pond. Her pussy was still pulsing with the last remnants of the orgasm, labia peeking out just slightly on each expansion, then hiding again on the contractions. She was just a sloppy mess of fluids now... It was all over her thighs, and running in one long thin dribble from her pussy, which broke off before reaching the ground and splattered into the puddle with the rest.

Somewhere through the haze, Jasmine had the sense of mind to switch off the device and the egg finally went dead on the ground. They stayed like that for a while. Jasmine standing there speechless, while Muffin sat on the ground trying to collect her breath. Neither of them was sure how long, but it must have been a while because soon the hoses still attached to Muffin's breasts started to go dry.

"Jasmine..." Muffin said with a weak smile, "Could you..."

"Oh, of course." Jasmine set the controller on the ground and moved over to help her friend, quickly flipping the levers that would release her nipples from the hoses. She looped them over the rail, then offered her hands to Muffin, "Let me help you up."

Muffin took her hands and let her pull her to her feet, unsteadily putting an arm around Jasmine's shoulders for a moment to get her bearings. Jasmine did her best to brace her, keenly aware of how naked she was at the moment, but she quickly recovered control of herself, eventually giggling, "I'm going to need a towel... Or two."

Jasmine slipped out of her grasp with a nod, practically running over to the sinks to retrieve one before returning to hand it over. Henry hadn't converted one of the other rooms into the showers yet, but what had just happened here was the reason why he ended up doing so. When the girls got aroused, they got sloppy. They thought about coming up with a system of nappies or something to control the mess, but the floor was concrete and easy to clean. Better to just let it happen than risk any discomfort to the girls, since discomfort affected production.

"Thank you." Muffin said, taking the towel, and starting to dab gently at her tender groin. This was going to take a minute.

Jasmine for her part went to retrieve the toy, picking it up again by the cord like she had done before. The egg let loose with a couple thick drops of Muffin's juices as she regarded what to do with it now.

"Ew..." Muffin giggled, the cloth now just kind of clenched between her thighs to hold it there, except for about a foot and a half of one corner that she was now holding to offer it to her friend, "Use the towel."

Jasmine nodded, moving closer to place the egg end into it and start rubbing it dry. She had to get really close to Muffin to do so, and each had to turn their head a little to keep their noses from touching.

"Thank you, Jasmine." She practically whispered the words near her ear.

"You're... Welcome." She said, turning away and letting the towel fall against Muffin's legs. If a cow could blush, she would have been doing so now.

Muffin started to get dressed, putting her jeans back on, and asking as she did up the fly, "So would you like me to leave, then? That was the deal."

Jasmine considered it. She was still embarrassed, but it just didn't seem fair after everything she had just watched, "No... It's alright. You can stay."

She moved over to her station to retrieve her cups, unbuttoning her top as she went, but Muffin got their first and picked them up for her.

"Are you ready?" Muffin asked, smiling brightly as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

Jasmine just nodded again. Her dress and top were all one garment, with the buttons starting at the waist. It was undone now, but not open, and all she could do was watch as her friend reached up to pull the cloth away from her right breast to expose it, apply the cup and turn it on. She repeated the process for the left, this time slipping her hand inside the dress and brushing the nipple a little as she did so, then slipping the cup over that one as well.

Nervous as she was, the milking always calmed her down. She still wasn't used to being any kind of naked in the room even when everyone was there and doing it all at once, but once it began it always helped. It was an enjoyable, soothing sensation. It just felt right.

"Well go on..." Muffin said, folding her arms across her chest. Her own shirt was only about half buttoned, and still sat rather sloppily on her, "You're not made of milk, you know. We're on a time limit."

"Oh... Right." Jasmine said, clearing her throat and trying to steel her confidence. She started to lift up her dress gingerly, egg and controller still in her hands, but paused before exposing herself. She couldn't let Muffin see this. It would have been one thing if she'd been able to be clinical about what had just happened, but she was totally turned on by it. Her pussy was drenched, and she really didn't want to have to explain that.

She turned slightly to obscure the view, then reached under the hem and slipped the little egg inside. For some reason a thought came into her head that she'd only ever exposed herself two times in her life since the change. Once when Henry helped inseminate her, but he always went out of his way to try and be professional. There was nothing sexual about it. The second time was when she gave birth.

This was different, she thought as she looked at the controller in her hand. She could not deny how sexually aroused she was, and it was the girl watching her that had caused it. She wasn't sure why she was hiding herself now. Only that she felt ashamed of herself for doing so.

Slowly she moved the hand that had been poised above the controller to turn it on down to her side, and stretched the other one out to offer it to Muffin, "Take it."

Muffin's eyebrows went up in surprise for a second, but then she smiled. She took a step forward to pick the little plastic device out of her friend's hand, turned it right side up and put her finger on the switch.

"Are you ready?" She asked quietly.

Jasmine just nodded.

Then everything she knew about the world ended.

It had been a tender moment for them both, but in their haste neither one of them had thought to turn the knob back down to its lowest setting. It sprang to life violently, causing her to cry out in surprise, and lurch forward up against her friend. She caught herself by latching onto Muffin's shoulders with her hands tightly.

"Ah! Sorry!" Muffin cried, frantically fiddling with the knob to turn it back down, "Oh no! Are you alright?"

She stood there for a long couple of moments, breathing heavily. Then she started to laugh, "Only fair... I guess..."

Muffin had to laugh too, and soon the both of them were wracked with fits of it. Eventually they got it under control, and Jasmine let go over her shoulders to move over to the rail and lean back on it to brace herself.

"I'm ready." She said, nodding to herself as if she was trying to convince herself that was true, "Go a little faster."

As turned on as she was, she knew she wasn't going to last very long. The first blast had almost hurt, but that wasn't the case any more. The vibrations increased as her friend nudged up the knob, tingling through her in waves, seeming to fill her body with warmth and pleasure. It felt amazing. Like nothing she ever could have imagined.

"Oh god, Muffin..." She said, closing her eyes and throwing her head back slightly, "Faster..."

Muffin complied, and the little egg started buzzing loud enough to hear it now despite being muffled by her body.

Jasmine felt hot. Her dress was mostly off, but it was fairly thick material and she was starting to sweat uncomfortably. She leaned away from the rail, letting it drop from her shoulders and the whole garment fell to the ground around her feet. She forgot that the cord was under the hem though, and the little egg was pulled right out of her and down with it.

"Whoops!" Muffin said, dropping to her knees and pulling on the cord to try and retrieve it from the dress, waving Jasmine off as she to started to move forward to get it herself, "No no! I've got it!"

Before Jasmine could protest, Muffin had come up right in front of her, still on her knees and with one hand quickly reached up to shove the still vibrating object back inside. One of her fingers went in about halfway in with it, and she tried to pull it back out again with a cringe, "Oops! Sorry!"

But it was too late. Jasmine's thighs clamped down around the hand as the orgasm took her. She doubled forward with a gasp and fell into her friend once again, joining her on her knees. Both of her hands came down to clamp on Muffin's, holding it there to make sure it couldn't escape. There was no thought behind it anymore. She just wanted it there.

She shuddered and shook for what seemed like an eternity, eyes closed and tears forming at the corners. Eventually her body started to go limp, and so did her grip. Muffin could have recovered her hand at that point, but she didn't. She just left the finger inside her friend until it was over, even gently moving it in and out a little bit out against the egg.

Eventually Jasmine regained her senses. She couldn't believe what had just happened, and the pleasure was quickly replaced with embarrassment. She turned her head, not wanting to look at the girl who had just unexpectedly fingered her, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"I'm not." Muffin said calmly, finally letting her digit slip out and pulling the egg with it. She switched the device off and set it on the floor next to her, "It's no big deal, Jazzie. I wouldn't have come here if it was."

They didn't say anything else after that for a while. It was still another ten minutes before Jasmine's milk went dry, and once it was she set about cleaning up and getting her dress back on. Muffin had already started cleaning the floors, and was humming a little tune to herself happily as if nothing had even happened. Jasmine went to shut down the machine. Henry had showed her how, but had insisted on cleaning the hoses himself after the normal morning shift was done, so all she had to do was move the collection tanks into the cold storage.

When she walked back out into the main room, Muffin was there waiting for her, hands folded politely in front of her and smiling, "How many times did you say we needed to do this?"

"I didn't." Jasmine replied, still slightly in a daze, "Clairibelle showed improvement in just a few days though. So if it works we should know fairly quickly."

Muffin nodded, putting one finger against her chin thoughtfully, "What if it does? What happens then?"

Jasmine blinked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, are we just all going to be in here standing around getting milked and playing with ourselves?" Muffin asked with a giggle.

"No... No of course not. That's absurd." Jasmine shook her head at the thought, "We'll figure something out, but not that!"

It was exactly what they ended up doing.

"Well, either way..." Muffin said in a sing song tone, turning towards the door, "We should probably get going before the others arrive. They're already going to be curious enough about what we were doing here."

Jasmine watched her walk to the door, a skip in her step that made her ample bottom sway from side to side and jiggle appropriately. She watched her, and she couldn't help herself...

"I love you."

Jasmine's hands came up to her mouth, balled in fists as though she was trying to shove the words back in.

Muffin turned around and took a few steps back toward her. She said nothing, just looking at the other girl curiously to see what happened next.

"I love you. I'm in love with you. I..." Jasmine said through her fists, closing her eyes tightly. "And you know it, don't you? You know me better than I know myself. You always know what I'm thinking before I do..."

She sighed deeply, and added, "I love you, and you know it."

"Of course I know." Muffin said, walking the rest of the way over to take Jasmine's hands away from her face, holding them gently in her own, "I was just waiting for you to say it."

Jasmine fell into her arms and cried...

It was the happiest she had ever been.

Back in the present...

It was a lovely day, and the pair were lounging around in the grass out by the shack in the woods. They did this from time to time. The other girls assumed that any time they disappeared it was to go have sex somewhere, but that was rarely the case. This was all they wanted. Time together and alone.

Jasmine would read Muffin stories. Muffin would sing Jasmine songs. They napped in the shade. Jasmine would show her the periwinkles and tell that they were actually caddisfly larva, and show her the water striders and explain how water tension kept them afloat.

But mostly they just stayed like this. Jasmine with her head in Muffin's lap, reading a book. Muffin humming a little tune and fiddling with Jasmine's horns and hair.

"Why do you love me?" Muffin asked.

She'd asked it many times, and it was phrased that way for a reason. This is the place where she had asked the exact opposite question once before. This is the place where the words 'Why do you hate me?' had made them friends.

Jasmine sat up slowly to look her in the eyes, one hand reaching up to stroke her cheek. She gave the same answer she always gave. The only one that explained it...

"Because you're my Muffin."