>Dawn of the second day after the apocalypse
>The lights have just flipped on and you, Anonymoo, are quite trim today
>It's so strange to actually be a decent size for once in an insurmountable amount of time, but here you are, in the buff, still managing to mostly cover your lover from head to toe
>He's drooling and seems content, thankfully, as you dismount and go make some coffee and then it's to work getting a decent outfit
>Easy enough, really.  Pull out one of your outfits from the closet, trim off some of the extra material, and stitch it back together..
>God, holding up the top, it's almost astonishing just HOW MUCH material there is
>A good fifteen minutes later, your temporary Mini-Moo outfit is done and you let out a chipper "moo~" as Anon enters the room
>Hopping up and shimmying into the modest cloth, you pat your lover on the head and give him a bear-hug from behind, tits almost swallowing up his head in the process
>Considering you usually engulf his head with a sizable portion pouring out in front of him, that's saying something
>"Mornin' Moo.  I'll be ready to go in a few minutes."
>A kiss on the cheek and you are on the couch-bed, tuning into the Bunker Station to hear anything important being announced
>It's nothing today, just Del and Darby playing some 80s tunes
>other stations are playing the usual, punk, rock, Goth, pop, and techno like the world didn't even end, but the mountain of static on other channels says otherwise
>One channel in particular is playing a message on loop, "We will live on.  No matter what happens, we will live on." in a bored woman's voice that sounds almost like she's just sitting there saying it into her mic..
>"Hey, can you get me some water?"
>She's actually saying it, wow
>Anon is ready and munching on some chocolate he had stashed in the fridge
>A happy moo and you two are out the door
>Thanks to your size-reduction surprise, you don't need a good milking just yet, so you bound on down main street
>It's actually surprising when Anon doesn't come with you, having stopped in front of the cafeteria
>"I think I should do something to help around here, so I'm gonna see if the cafeteria needs any cooks or slop-servers.  See you later, Moo."
>The fact he's offering to work is quite surprising, but nonetheless, you kiss him and let out a chipper goodbye moo, continuing down main street alone
>All the usual faces from the Facility wave as you pass by, utterly unfazed by your size reduction
>Well, except the twins, Millie and Sylphi, but that's a given by now.  They always laugh at you and you torture them later, good to know they're working in the sweet shop, as a few ideas already begin cooking
>Town gives way to fields and all vanishes into stone as you enter the cavern
>Stone give way to facility as you descend
>Smiling faces, happy question marks, and such flit by as you sit down for today's meeting
>There's a few bovines in the room, but you're the only one sitting, no other animal-type, however
>The rest of the meeting room is full-up with scientists and technicians
>The topic at hand is exactly what the meeting ended on yesterday:
>Exploration in the toxic surface
>It's been completely ruled out that any human would go
>The main issue, really, is whether to send one Cow or a small herd
>There are views thrown all different directions about what may be up there, whether the bombs ever even hit, or what happened in general
>"The Moo-type were specifically designed to withstand radiation values several magnitudes higher than what we've picked up!"
>"I don't care.  We need them here."
>"We could send one and be mostly unfazed."
>"But who would we send?"
>It seems the room has come to at least a partial consensus..
>And all eyes are on you
>"No, we couldn't.  Anon would be devastated if she never came back."
>"But who else?"
>And the room devolves into discussions of "not my moo" and "they're not fit for the outside world!"
>And so on and so forth, just like yesterday afternoon
>Not in the mood, you stand up and motion the other Moos out of the room with you, leaving the nerds to their squabble
>While you don't particularly want to go, you'll do it if they feel you're the best choice, you can always come back
>The break room is already loaded down with snacks, Cathy has been busy vending a bunch of stuff
>So you sit down and start idling munching on some mini bags of chips while you discuss things with your herd
>"I'm gonna be blunt, who here actually wants to go out into the desolate waste above us?"
>All the bovines and cat look down awkwardly, unwilling to meet your gaze
>"That's what I thought.  In my opinion, it's too early to even worry about if topside is alright, but we all know none of them care much for my opinion.  They care, they just are too selfish and close-minded half the time."
>Some nods, Ashley pipes up about how they've been so well-treated
>"Yeah, I know.  And if push comes to shove, I guess I can do it.  I mean, if what they tell me is true, anyway.  That my body was built like a tank and all that stuff."
>More nods, a few sad looks, more chips and sugary-stuff is passed around
>Dr. Arkengarth enters the break room and says in a sour tone, "Moo, it is with heavy heart that I inform you the general consensus is we send you.  In the event that there are any hazards, you have express permission to come back down immediately, but once your candy wears off, we're gonna prep you."
>Not wanting to act like everyone else, you let out a chipper "Moo~" and give Arkengarth a text that says "Happy to help."
>And just like that, everyone has shut the fuck up in the meeting room as you bounce in like a kid in a candy shop
>Ringing around the table, you pat each one on the head twice before sitting down and smiling as Arkengarth says "She agreed wholeheartedly."
>Every one of them lets out a breath they seem to have been holding for a while
>Arkengarth doesn't drop a beat as he states "Anyway, onto other matters.  As you know, milk production and harvest is in full swing and everyone is happy.  From the calculations that have been run, our natural-grown food supplies should last us four years.  Milk storage has reported that everything is working as intended and General Storage claims we have enough supplies to last at least two hundred and fifty years. if nothing goes horribly wrong."
>"My point is, we're effectively set so long as everyone does their job.  I hereby state that yesterday's meeting is adjourned.  Except for the Cows.  I wish to have a word with them."
>Happy chattering picks up as all the other humans leave the room, leaving only you, six other cows, and Cathy, who invited herself
>Arkengarth begins plainly, "I know it's a tough call sending Moo out there, but I am not a dictator.  Everyone gets their say.  So now..." The good Doctor hands everyone except Moo a pen and a piece of paper
>"Please tell me your thoughts on the current happenings.  I know you ladies get very little chance to get your opinion out there."
>After a few minutes, the congregation begins sharing their feelings, Arkengarth reading them aloud for the now-modest assembly
>As expected, positive outlooks, concern over Moo going alone, and promises to do their best
>When it comes your turn, you just shrug, cause you've been playing Battle Cats these past few minutes
>"Nothing to say?" Arkengarth enquires
>You nod
>"Well then, I'm glad I could get your opinions, ladies.  Have a wonderful day and, ah, Moo, please let me know whenever you return to normal.  Staff will be on my ass if we don't send you off within the next few days."
>Another moo and you head on out to check up on Anon and if he got the job