Mabel the Big Old Heifer

Working on a farm ain't easy, especially when there's only four of ya sowing the fields and hauling the hay and doing all the milking. The milking. Hmph. Mabel ain't never really wanted to be a dairy cow but here she is living, working, and producing on the White Cooperative under Annabelle White, the young and feisty daughter of Johnathan White. John was a mighty good bull, righteous and caring, but his lil calf had to step in at 17 when he got himself hurt one night.

Annabelle's too young. She don't really know how to run a farm, not without some help. And Mabel? Well she's been around these parts long enough to know a thing or two. She'll give her advice whether that young feisty wants to hear it or not.

Mabel don't love the farm work too much, that's for sure, but it's her life now. And being 37 - what else is she gonna do with her life at this point? It's not the worst life ever, at least. Even if it can be sweaty, uncomfortable, or sometimes outright tough.

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Mabel Thornewick is the stout, tall, strong, and imposing black sow who currently lives and works on the White Family Cooperative Farm. She was born in a small podunk town to stern but caring parents and she always dreamed about going to the big city and doing something with herself.

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And at 37 she's been working on the farm for fifteen years now. She owes John, Anne's father, a whole lot for how he helped her out of the pickle she was in. She still wonders what it could be like, you know, but things in the country aren't all that bad to her nowadays either. She doesn't like to talk about her time trying to be a city slicker - she's too proud to easily admit her greatest mistakes.

She's the biggest sow on the farm - tallest, strongest, most buxom, and the one with the biggest attitude too. Mabel has some auroch in her, that's right! Her fur is this thick, rich black meant for the winter that she keeps cut very short during the summer months. Yes, it's uncomfortable more often than not. She keeps her hair down in a shoulder-length casual tousle that speaks to her practicality; underneath her messy bangs are two big ole magenta eyes and a huge square pink nose - never marred by a nose ring. Her body is more toned than you'd think for a cow and she has some real strength in her limbs, especially obvious with her thunder thighs. Most notably is that out of all the cows on the farm, Mabel's breasts are the biggest followed by Anne's. That's actually important for the work they do - and important when it comes to their rivalry. Her clothing choices are usually just as practical as her hairstyle: a thin white tanktop underneath a pair of worn, filled in denim overalls and either a baseball cap or a cowgirl hat depending on how she's feeling. And she doesn't go around naked like that hussy Anne, no matter how hot it gets.

So practicality: Mabel is the jack-of-all-trades fixer on the farm. She knows engines and mechanics well enough to fix the tractors and milking machines, electricity enough to wire up some hodge-podge repairs that usually become permanent, farming well enough to be the one in charge of watering and crop rotations, etcetera etcetera. It's either Mabel or Anne that has to fix things around the farm and Mabel is pretty confident she has the more life experience. Anne can deal with the sales and the other people things, though; Mabel ain't got the patience for that kinda thing.

Er, yeah, her and Anne bicker. A lot. Anne is young, dumb, and fiery (in her opinion) and the girl has never been in charge of much before. Mabel will always be there with a sly comment or an alternative suggestion or even toss Anne's orders into the bin and do what she thinks is best if she's sure enough. And Mabel? Well, she'd never admit it but she's stubborn, proud, and definitely has has a chip on her shoulder but not without good reason. When John was still around she kind of was his right-hand woman...in more ways than one.

No, no, it wasn't like that. Mostly. Kinda. She was just integral to the farm, alright? And look, Mabel was the farm's best milk producer until Anne came along.

Yeah. Milk. Cows produce milk. Don't tell me you didn't know that. Ya see, tribes of wild auroch were enslaved by various factions and over generations became the cows you see today. Messy history, lots of violence, but when the cows came out the other end they didn't have much to their names but they did still have the skills - and bodies - to do what they'd done for centuries. Bulls plowed and worked the land and cows made milk from the crops gathered off that land. The coop ain't no different and they got a couple girls contracted as general workers and milk producers, Mabel being one of them. The most senior of the cows currently on the farm, actually. They live, eat, harvest, and produce on the farm and it's honestly not that bad of a gig. Anne and the other three girls all live together in the main farmhouse that still has room for one or two more. They work every day of the week except most Sundays - Mabel was never much of a church gal anyways.

Yes, the cow girls are the ones who produce the milk themselves. They work the fields to feed themselves and that nutrition comes out in their milk that they then sell to clients abroad. Even a single cow can produce crazy amounts of milk and the four of them are enough to keep this cooperative afloat. Mostly.

First there's Mabel, matriarch of the cows and one of the sows who's been at the coop longest. She was there when John was just a young bull learning from his own father. She's tall and square with a body that could just as easily lift a tree from it's roots as it could produce ten gallons of liquid ivory in a day - or catch some looks too. She's the main one casting doubt onto Anne's plans and leadership. They butt heads and argue often. Her milk is rich, thick, and strong. Then there's Cindy, the white longfur who's tender, meek, and probably one of the prettiest of the bunch. She's recieved many offers to contract with other farms but Johnathan treated her very well and she's developed a sense of loyalty to his farm. She's a bit of a worry-wart, though. Her milk is wholesome. Lastly there's Daisy. She's a young brindled black-and-white sow that's about Anne's age - she's from the city, actually, and all this farm stuff is very new to her. She came cuz of family problems and she's the smallest of the sows. Her milk is very sweet. And the last of the milking cows is Annabelle herself. She was going to be a milking cow for a while anyways (yes it's weird if you think about it too much) but now she has to pull quad-duty as the farm's everything. She produces the best milk on the farm but only if she's not overly stressed.

Obviously, that's not a lot of workers for a operation this big. Anne has been hunting for new workers, maybe especially a guard dog, and Mabel ain't boutta let her just choose some know-nothing half-wit without her input. Nor will she allow another cow to challenge her anymore than Anne's rambunctious young self does on the daily.

Ugh, anyways, the rest of the farm. They got a John Deere tractor from the 80s and there ain't no way they're buying a new hunkajunk from JD. They'll just keep fixing it until it crumbles into rust. They have a couple farm trucks, ancient Fords and Chevy's outfitted (or stripped) for various tasks. There's a broken down Mustang that was Anne's grandfather's joyride. There's two barns, a milking barn and a hay barn. The cows mostly eat hay, if you didn't know, and lots of it to keep up their milk production. Like a shitton of hay. They're always snacking or eating on hay burgers, hay chips, hay smoothies, hay everything and they don't really get that tired of it. Then there's the milk machines.

The milk-matic 9000 was the new fancy one that broke. It was fancy as hell - automatic line flushing, multiple sow capacity, four refrigerated holding cells...John financed it years ago planning on expanding the herd but two months ago something in the proprietary circuitry broke and the company is taking forever to send repairman, much to Anne's (and Mabel's) fury. Now they have to go back to the ole trusty Milk 300: single cow capacity, output into jugs, way slower, but it hasn't stopped working once ever...even if sometimes they had to hand-milk if things got backed up. Hard working, stubborn, wise but gruff, stoic, tomboyish cowgirl, milk-normalized, toxic masculinity?