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The udderly gifted cowgirl made her way down the stairs of her farmstead home, following the scent of freshly made bacon and eggs that had woken her up. Her big, braless breasts bounced in her camisole with every groggy step she meandered down the stairs. With her eyes barely staying open she turned the corner into the kitchen and dining room area of the farmstead where she saw her purple-haired wolfgirl roommate cooking up breakfast for the both of them. “That smells really good.” Peepee stated in her gravelly and husky morning voice. “Watcha making?”

“Huh?” The wolfgirl turned her head and peered over her shoulder. “Oh! You're finally awake!” She turned her attention back to the various pans of food in front of her while still talking. “Nothing too special. Just some scrambled eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, and I have some biscuits in the oven.” She paused as she swapped from flipping the bacon over to stirring the scrambled eggs to prevent them from burning to their pan. “Made a fresh pot of coffee as well so feel free to help yourself to some.”

“I will very much do so. Thank you Anny.” Peepee made her way over to the cabinets where they kept their coffee mugs, grabbed the closest one to the front, and began making herself a cup of coffee. She poured herself her usual morning drink, adding a small scoop of brown sugar, a cinnamon stick, and a splash of- She opened the fridge and grabbed for where the milk usually was, only to get a handful of cold air instead. “We out of milk Anny?”

Anny: “Yeah. Used up the rest of it on these scrambled eggs.”

“I’ll make sure to put some aside for us from today's harvest then.” Peepee said while nonchalantly pulling out her left breast from her top. She gently grabbed it, like one would hold a burger, shifted her hands to point her nipple at her coffee and gave it a light squeeze, sending a stream of fresh milk straight into her morning drink. “That’ll do.” She wrangled her boob back into her top before grabbing a knife and stirring the cream and brown sugar into her drink. The mug radiated a pleasant warmth onto her hand as she lifted it up to her lips and let the hot, earthy beverage slide down her throat. “Ah~ That's the stuff!” She turned to go sit at the kitchen table while she waited for breakfast to be done and that’s when she finally saw it: a large pile of unopened letters covered nearly every corner of the table's surface. “What’s all this for Anny?”

“Hmm?” The wolfgirl glanced away from the food she was cooking and back at Peepee to see what she was talking about. “Oh, those! You asked me to collect every comment you received on Deviantart and to give them back to you when you hit your next milestone.”

“Oh yeah!” Peepee paused as she stared at the intimidating pile in front of her. “I forgot about that… I’m already at 8k watchers?”

“Mmm hmm!” Anny nodded without bothering to look at Peepee.

“Well…” Peepee pushed a handful of the letters out of her way so she could have a spot to place her coffee then plopped down onto an empty dining room chair. The wooden chair and desk creaked and groaned as the weight of her rump and breasts slammed down onto the rustic pieces of furniture. “Guess I can read a few of these.” She grabbed a letter from the top of the pile, opened it, and read— “Great caption! Really liked their dynamic in this one. One thing though, can you write less captions around sweat in them? Thank you!” … “Aw! I’m glad they liked that one!” Peepee grabbed another caption and read it aloud to herself.

‘Why is there so much armpit hair?’ ‘You should write more inanimate stuff!’ ‘Car TF please!’ ‘Not really a fan of futa stuff. Liked the caption though!’ ‘Can you write a sequel to Impatient Customers?’ ‘Need femboy stuff now!’ ‘Do you take requests?’ ‘Ew! Why the armpit hair?’ ‘Honestly? Breasts are too big. How does anyone like this?’ ‘Why armpit hair?!’ ‘I have an idea for a caption, basically it-’

Peepee closed the letter she was currently reading and placed it back into the pile. “Wooh boy…”

“Everything alright?” Anny asked, again not bothering to look back at the cowgirl as she spoke to her.

“Yeah…” Peepee paused. “Lot’s of lovely comments but there’s a lot of critique in ‘em.”

Anny: “Like?”

Peepee: “Mostly about the armpit hair…”

“Well…” Anny lifted up both pans from the stovetop and moved them over to the countertop. “It’s just not for everyone.”

“That’s fair but…” Peepee puffed up her cheeks and crossed her arms beneath her breasts in a pout. “I’d like to see them make a caption. It ain’t as easy as it looks!”