Anthro in Secret

by Dave Hicks

 

Chapter 3

 

1

 

I saw very little of Yvonne over the next few weeks. I didn’t view that as a particularly bad thing. All the cows immediately accepted Kim as the communal milking machine. Despite my misgivings about Kim being treated like a piece of machinery, the arrangement seemed to be working out well for everyone concerned. The cows treated her kindly, as they would anyone else. Sometimes, I’d see one of my cows polishing her corset for her. Kim seemed quite content to do what she was designed for. I decided to leave things the way they were. I decided I wouldn’t let her empty my breasts however.

With my regular feeding of Anna the maid and my helpers, and the occasional feeding of Linda and others, I had no shortage of people to empty my breasts. I still had milk to spare. My breasts - I could think of them by that name now - certainly seemed to be highly productive.

Linda, the housekeeper and I spent some time together. I’d sleep with her at night at the maid’s house, every few days. We seemed to be good company for each other and it didn’t seem to concern me she was made of Bio-plast. For some unknown reason, I found that rather attractive.

Both Monica, the mother of the helpers and Sandra the artist, visited regularly and we’d have coffee together. In fact, for someone like me - an overdeveloped anthro cow - life didn’t seem to bad, at the moment.

It occurred to me that some anthroes exhibited much more personality than I would normally expect in an anthro. Linda and Sandra in particular. I suspected my connecting my main computer to the anthro materializing machine, may have had an influence there. It had given them so much more depth than normal, to their personalities.

Sandra persuaded me to try my hand at painting. Another artist by the name of Ursula introduced me to pottery and ceramics. My first attempt wasn’t overly ambitious. I fashioned a coffee cup out of clay. Once it had been fired for the first time, Sandra helped me paint it. It had my name on it, surrounded by flowers. Although it wasn’t up to Sandra and Ursula standards, I was quite proud of my achievement.

Anna didn’t see me to be fed for a few days. Yvonne had used her to suck her breasts and relieve her sexual tensions. When Anna did return, she informed me, Yvonne was still happily hard at work in the gardener’s laboratory, developing new and exotic varieties of plants.

Linda discovered an ancient card game called bridge. With Linda’s help, they designed a pack of playing cards. Tanya the sculptor was quite happy to join us to make up the four people needed to play the game. We soon discovered the cards needed to be coated with some sort of plastic film. Despite our most determined efforts to keep the surface of the playing table dry, Linda and Tanya’s constantly leaking breasts, make the cards so soggy and soft, they’d quickly fall apart and became impossible to use.

A nagging though, in the back of my mind, would occasionally tell me things were probably going just a little too well. Something was bound to eventually happen, that would spoil my rather tranquil and generally enjoyable life. No doubt I’d find out what that something was - when it happened. I was certain - whatever that something was - it would somehow involve Yvonne.

 

2

 

The crisis came soon enough. Yvonne came rushing into the cow’s house, while I was feeding Anna.

"Get rid of that maid, Amy," Yvonne ordered, sitting in a chair opposite me. "I’ve got a serious problem and I need your help."

"Off you get, Anna," I gently said to her.

Anna detached from my nipple and after thanking me, left the room to go about her usual business.

"This arrived," she stated worriedly, placing a page of paper on the low table between us. "What does it mean and what do I do about it, Amy?"

I picked up the sheet and read it. It was an order from the government Department of Human Audit, informing Yvonne to expect a visit from an inspector, in the immediate future. I knew the fear I programmed into Yvonne when I made her, would cause her to go to any lengths to avoid contact with the human inspector.

"They’re sending a human inspector to see if you still exist," I said. "They want to ensure no anthro has taken your place. If you can’t prove you do exist - they declare you dead. All your property then, either passes to your next of kin or reverts to government ownership."

"There’s no way I can talk to a human," she said fearfully. "Not even be close to them."

I looked at the paper again, although I knew from past experience what was written on it.

"You may not need to," I smiled. "I would imagine a lot of humans wouldn’t want to meet another human in person."

"How can I avoid it?"

"I says here," I replied, "you’ll need to provide the inspector with a fresh biological sample, proving you’re a human and have recently been alive."

"What sort of sample?"

"Blood or feces," I answered. "Or even milk will do. Anything that can’t be preserved for any length of time, without showing signs of deterioration. If I was to give him some of your fresh milk, he’d probably be satisfied with that."

"And I wouldn’t have to meet them, would I?" she asked. "Not at all? Not face to face?"

"That’s true," I smiled. "What say you give one of the maids a few drops of milk, straight from your breast and she’ll bring it to me? I’ll give it to the inspector. He’ll analyse it immediately and make a determination. I’ll send the maid back to you with the news. How does that sound?"

She leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh of relief.

"That’s it?" she asked.

"That’s it," I smiled.

She rose from her chair.

"That’s what we’ll do then," she decided. "Thanks Amy."

"How are your experiments coming along?" I asked her.

"Good," she replied, a little absently, as she left the room. "I hope to have something to show you soon."

 

3

 

The inspector arrived early next morning. Shortly afterwards, one of the maids Fiona arrived with a small bottle of Yvonne’s milk. Without anyone noticing, I took a clean, similar bottle from my closet next to my bed and expressed a little of my milk into it. I put Yvonne’s sample in my bra, for discrete disposal later.

I walked with Fiona, to the front of the mansion and found the inspector sitting on the hood of his vehicle, waiting patiently. He looked an athletic man of middle age, with dark hair and a ready smile. I noticed his surprise, seeing the size of my bosom.

"My name is David," he smiled. "I’m authorized by the government to determine whether a human being exists on this property."

He had such a nice smile - for a male. My body was reacting to him sexually. It felt so strange.

"I have been instructed to inform you," I told him formally, trying to keep my mind on the job in hand, "my owner will not meet with you in person. She claims the right to decline direct contact with you, under the homophobia provisions of the legislation relating to human audit."

"In that case," David informed me, "she must supply to me a suitable, biological sample of their body - taken less than one hour ago - for analysis. If necessary, I will wait for that period of time to elapse, before leaving."

"I have the sample with me," I said.

"Excellent," he smiled, removing a small case from his vehicle and placing it on the hood of the vehicle.

He held a small device to my left eye, taking particular care not to contact my breasts, with any part of his body.

"I wish to validate you," I said.

The device emitted a short tone and he viewed its small display.

"Satisfactory," he nodded. "My scanner confirms you are an anthro belonging to the owner of this property. You are authorized to provide the owner’s sample to me."

David opened the lid of the case to reveal a machine within. He put on a pair of thin, plastic gloves and took the sample from me.

"What is it?" he asked, holding it up to examine it.

"Milk. Breast milk."

"Good enough," he said, placing the bottle into the machine.

A few moments later, the machine displayed and recorded the results of its findings.

"Fine," he smiled, closing the lid of the case and returning it to the vehicle. "It checks out okay. You will inform your owner; the sample under test has proven to be of recent human origin. I will notify the appropriate authorities; a living human exists whose DNA corresponds to the owner of this property. Official notification will follow in due course. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter."

"Thank you," I replied.

"It's been a rare pleasure meeting you. What’s your name?"

"Amy."

"It’s been a rare pleasure meeting you, Amy," he smiled broadly.

I didn’t know what else to say. I felt uneasy and a little confused by my feelings towards him. I stood and watched as his vehicle took silently to the air. I asked Fiona to go to Yvonne and tell her; all had gone well.

On returning to the cow’s house, I took Yvonne’s bottle from by bra. I carefully smashed it to pieces and deposited the remains into the kitchen trash disposer. I was a little concerned about David keeping the other sample, however. I didn’t understand why he would do that.

 

4

 

Shortly afterwards, Yvonne called me by phone.

"How did it go?" she asked. "That silly maid Fiona simply said; it went okay and nothing else."

"Yes it did," I replied. "David accepted the milk sample and found it was valid. It all went very smoothly. He said you’ll be officially notified in due course of the examination."

"A male!" she cried in horror. "Oh no! Thank heavens it was you who saw him. There’s no way I could ever be near an awful male. It makes me ill just to think about it."

"I was frightened when I first saw him," I lied. "He looked so strange."

In truth, I thought David was rather attractive - in an unattractive masculine way, of course. I had feelings about him, I couldn’t identify.

"That was very brave of you," she remarked. "Did he mention the size of your udders?"

"I don’t think he even noticed them," I lied again. "He certainly said nothing about them."

He did everything he could to avoid coming in contact with them, I thought.

"No," she said. "Of course not. Why should he? It’s none of his business what I do to my anthroes - is it?"

I waited for her to continue.

"I owe you one, Amy," she told me. "I won’t forget. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Yvonne," I replied, as she broke the connection.

I thought more of David over the next few days. As images of him drifted through my mind, I found myself occasionally become aroused. He had such a beautiful smile. His arms looked so strong and protective. He seemed a kind and genuine man. I would never have felt this way when I was a man but now it seemed so different. Could it be he’d found me attractive too, I wonder?

 

5

 

Yvonne informed me; David had returned.

"Tell him I refuse to see him under any circumstances," she instructed me.

As before, David was standing next to his vehicle.

"Hello, Amy," he smiled, as I approached him.

"Hello, David," I answered. "My owner will not see you."

"It’s not her I came to see," he laughed. "I came to see you."

"Why?"

He sat on a stone step and looked up at me.

"Would you care to sit with me, Amy?" he asked.

"No."

Her looked at me for a second.

"Then perhaps you’d like to tell me why you’re masquerading as an anthro."

I froze for a second in shock.

"I am an anthro," I replied, not knowing what else to say.

"You’re no more an anthro than I am," he smiled. "And I can prove it."

Reluctantly, I sat next to him, leaving a fair distance between us. I turned to him.

"How do you know I’m a real human?" I asked him.

"The sample bottle," replied. "I tested it again when I got back to were I work. The milk was yours."

"How can you know it was mine?"

He laughed.

"But you touched the bottle with your hands," he laughed good-naturedly. "I wore gloves. There were only one person’s skin cells on the bottle. So they had to be yours. I only needed just a few cells to read your DNA signature."

We sat in silence for a few moments.

"But I want to stay the way I am," I said. "I want everything to stay the way it is."

"Fine," he smiled.

"You don’t understand," I tried to explain. "I was dying. Being like this has given me a reason to live."

"I’m glad to hear that, Amy," he nodded understandingly.

"I have people in my life now," I said. "Sure - I know they’re just anthroes. But they have thoughts and feelings - just like real humans do. I don’t particularly like the way I look at times - but at least I have a reason for living now. I never had that before."

I started crying. He cautiously moved a little closer to me and handed me a handkerchief from his pocket. I accepted it and wiped my eyes.

"Will you report me to the authorities?" I asked him.

"I am the authorities," he said softly.

"What will happen to me now, David?"

"Nothing," he smiled. "As long as you’re in control of all your anthroes, there isn’t a problem."

I looked at him.

"Are you in control?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "Yes I am."

"Then, there isn’t a problem," he explained. "You can go on just like you are -if you wish. It’s your choice. You’re doing nothing illegal."

"And I won’t be in trouble with the government?" I asked.

"No," he smiled. "Not at all. Your DNA is listed as the owner of the property. Whoever’s DNA matches those records, is the human."

"But when you scanned me, your device said I was an anthro."

He shook his head.

"It doesn’t matter what the device said," he replied. "You’re DNA is only the proof accepted under law."

I reached out and took his hand.

"Will you visit me again?" I asked.

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes I would, David," I replied. "Provided you want to."

"I’d like, Amy," he smiled, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "I’d like that very much."

 

The end

 

 

 

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