Published: Dec 30, 2023

My seventy-first caption, and a return to Haven Farms as its own series!

Sally-001, previously a farm boy called Sam, is the first girl to join the team at Haven Farms. After two years, she decides to try and find other ways to make herself useful around the farm.

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Sally-001 had been the first “hire” at Haven Farms, having been lulled in by the Owner a little over two years ago at this point. Even though, on paper, you were just the same as any of your other “sisters” here on this farm, your consistent milk production and good behavior earned you many privileges the other, newer girls didn’t get starting off. Your room was larger, you were allowed more grazing time, and you were permitted trips outside of the farm.

Despite all these privileges, you began to somewhat miss your old life recently. Originally, you had been a simple farmer called Sam who had grown up in the county, invited to help the Owner and his daughter with their newest milk-producing enterprise. Though you didn’t know it at the time, the magic needed to make these Collars didn’t, and never would work on actual cows, which left them with little choice than to use people as a replacement. The early versions of the Collar didn’t have quite as many of the pronounced effects the newer versions had, and the “in-between” iterations had left some of her “middle sisters” completely unable to speak after a certain amount of time, having become more cow-like and animalistic than originally intended. This left you feeling quite lonely a lot of the time now, not having anyone to talk to who had been here nearly as long as you. You needed a change.

So, after a few days of thinking things over, you approached the Owner as he was making his daily rounds, feeling quite nervous about what you were about to ask. As you got closer and he noticed you approaching, you suddenly felt quite small compared to him, even though he was over a foot shorter than you. You knew the Owner was a nice man and had always heard you out, but part of you instinctually feared upsetting or annoying him in any way.

“U-Um, excuse me sir. May I please discuss something with you?” I began as best I could, bowing to him as we were all supposed to do. “It’s important.”

“Sure Sally, I always have time for my first, best girl.” He immediately agreed to my partial relief, leaning his arm against one of the doorways as one of the other girls, Gina-019, could be heard being milked on the other side of the door. “What do you wish to discuss? Did your pump get jammed up again?”

“No sir, I… uh… my pump is working fine, sir.” I struggled to speak, still worried I might annoy him. “I’ve been feeling a bit… well, isolated around the farm as of late. I… don’t want to sound out of line or anything, sir, but… frankly, I was wondering if there was anything else I could do around here to help out.”

The Owner’s face turned to confusion and, seemingly, annoyance for a moment, nearly causing me to panic. “I didn’t mean any disrespect, sir! I’m sorry!”

“No no, relax Sally. I’m not angry at you at all!” He reassured, reaching up and patting the top of my head, between my two horns. “I’m quite intrigued.”

My mind had briefly gone blank from the head pat, overwhelmed by the physical attention and praise he had just given me. I was completely shocked.

“It’s funny you should mention this now, Sally. There might actually be something special you can do for us in addition to your usual milking regiment.” He began to explain, snapping me out of my daze. “My daughter has recently suggested expanding our marketing materials, making ourselves better known outside of the county throughout the state. Maybe you’d be interested in helping us out? It would be a bit different compared to your usual roles.”

“I’ll do whatever you wish of me, sir!” I nodded, feeling my breasts jump up in my bikini as I hopped in excitement. “Tell me what you need from me!”

“First off, I’ll need to modify one of your Collar hexes again. Don’t worry, it’s only the one I change when you take your trips outside.” He said as I leaned over, allowing him to get to my Collar better. “And… there. Everyone should be able to see you as a woman rather than a cow. Now follow me, Sally.”

Feeling rather invigorated, I followed the Owner with a great bounce to my step, ignoring the growing weight on my chest brought on by me putting off my milking session for this conversation. Walking into the offices in the front of the facility, a place we usually weren’t allowed to go, I was surprised to see the Owner’s daughter behind one of the desks in nothing but some shorts and a tank top. The moment she noticed me surprise became clear on her face.

“Hey Dad, hello Sally. This is quite a big surprise.” She greeted, standing up and allowing me to see her sweat-soaked tank top. “I don’t suppose the air conditioning repair guy has arrived yet? It’s hotter in here than it is outside, and that’s with three of these fans going at the same time. I’m sticky.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’ve got a new job for you and Sally here that involves going outside.” He replied, putting one of his hands on my shoulder. “She wants to do more around the farm here, so she’s volunteered to become our poster girl. Do you think you can handle getting some good shots of her?”

“Sure, let me get my camera, some clothing, and a few props to use!” She immediately perked up, pulling a camera out of the desk. “Follow me, Sally.”

The Owner let me go as his daughter took control, leading me outside with a box full of various clothing and a few fake bottles of Haven Farms milk. She spent the next hour instructing me to pose in various ways, holding bottles for display and even putting on an oversized jacket I immediately sweat my way through in the summer heat. After a while, it became clear that these latter photos were being taken for her own use, not for any kind of marketing.

“A-Are we almost done, ma’am?” I asked sheepishly, feeling more like an object at this point than anything else. “I really need to get back to my milking.”

“Relax, we’re almost there.” She remarked, looking as if she was bordering on drooling over my appearance as she snapped one last photo. “There, done. Once these photos are processed and we have some more material to spread around in a few days, then we’ll go to the city for some more marketing.”

“The city?!” I nearly yelped in shock, completely thrown off by the mere thought of being taken to the city. Even as a country boy I had never been to the city, but apparently I had volunteered myself to go there and be seen in public as the cowgirl I now was. This was going to be more difficult than I thought.