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splat splat

drip drip

squeak~

It was such a good idea, after all.

plump

full

squeak~

Its ears flicked back. It sat back, blissfully, completely content, its heavy scent and even heavier essence permeating the space.

It hardly noticed the sound of footsteps down below, outside.

“–Dangnabit, they never showed up to the rally point!”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean, they never showed up to the rally point.”

“Oh. Well… maybe they were just hiding out their time?”

“Maybe. Lazy sons of bi–”

A sudden pause.

“…You smell that?“

“Sure do, chief. Smells kind of like those things the kids like to play with at the community pool. Kind of…”

Silence. Sniffing. Deep breaths.

“Kind of like milk, too.”

A curse.

“All the stock’s been rounded up, yes? Every Taur n’ Milly?”

“Every one. On the docket. Didn’t seem to be anything weird.”

More silence. More audible drinking of the air.

Another curse. Heavy footsteps to the double doors downstairs.

“I’m running those boys off when this is all said n’ done,“ The voice muttered, closer now.

The doors creaked, opening.

“You boys in here? They called evacuation!”

“Whew, chief.” His partner inhaled deeply. “Now that’s a queer smell. You got a rubber shop set up in here? And what’s with the goop?”

The Chief didn’t answer immediately. Some shuffling and not a small amount of squeaky-squishing.

“Here.” The Chief said, finally. “A spade. Rope, too.”

“Chief…?”

“You see anything, you pin it down. No Pokemon on you?“

“No… Ugh, this stuff’s sticky as all heck.”

“You pin it down.” The Chief continued. “But don’t hurt it. We’re here to catch.”

“Chief? Catch what? What is it?“

It waggled its hoofs, happily, slick squeaks floating in the dusty air. [i]It[/i] thumped its tail on the floor, tail springing back airily, bouncily.

more milk

more moo

so excited.

“Upstairs!”

Footsteps began, but paused.

“C’mon, you pansy!”

“Uh… chief. I dunno. I’m thinking we should back off. This stuff’s kind of making me feel all funny in the head…”

“You’ve roped up plenty of Millies, before. Quit your bellyachin’, and come on!”

“We’re ropin’ Millies? But, chief, we got all the Millies…”

“I said, come on!”

A rumbling of heavy footsteps.

yes

A forehoof rubbed slowly, squeakily to its udder. Airy with anticipation.

come on

It gazed back, euphoric, eyes unnaturally wide and eager.

“Oh, good night. Chief! The hell is that?”

The Chief didn’t answer. The gruff, bulky man‘s eyes glanced first upon its majesty, then the clothes scattered about, then the empty milk bottles, then back to its majesty again.

majesty

bovine beauty

squeak~

“They ain’t here, chief! C’mon, hell with this – let’s go!” His partner backed up, panicking – curiously, not so much of the rubbery, squeaky bovine, but more of his own hands… And how dark and squeaky they’ve become…

“Just one.” The Chief muttered. It was not as he expected. “But… there were two hands.”

Sweat beaded upon the Chief’s forehead. “Where’s the other?”

innocent grin

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