dramamine

cash cow

Added 2020-12-18 23:34:47 +0000 UTC

"MHFMH!" said the captive drafter from beneath his pacification hood, his muscles straining exhaustedly against his restraints, as the big horse succumbed to the attentions of the AutoBlow for the fourth time in an hour. "Un-fucking-believable." Enzo pulled his eyes away from the impressive physique of the drafter (those powerful thigh muscles flexing and shaking nearly made his visor fog up) to check and then double-check the emissions report. "FIVE HUNDRED cubic centimeters?? We're rich!! This meathead is gonna be our golden goose!!" Babe checked the screen himself, and mozied up behind his companion--watching extractions like this always got him a little riled up. "What do you say we celebrate our success properly? Go grab some banh mi, hit the club circuit, fuck a bunch, treat ourselves? He's gonna be occupied for a while, right?"

The drafter had just about forgotten his name (the feeding tube in his mouth not only supplied hydration and protein, but also a powerful cocktail of hypnagogic research chemicals) when he heard the door to the milking parlor close behind them.

hi res: https://i.imgur.com/e0AvnJL.png