A loud, feminine wail that sounded almost like a human mimicking a cow's moo echoed around the fountain courtyard.  One of the windows on the women's wing of the building had been left open.  In that particular room, a freshman with two short horns growing atop her head and a thin tail jutting out from her tailbone was being milked by her roommate, a woman with skillful hands and even more skillful tendrils.  Two more of the freaks thrown into this institution, isolated from regular people for the sake of preserving common decency.<br/><br/>Well, Miria would say it that way.  She knew she was an affront to common decency.  Beyond just the cow tail and horns, her mammaries were the size of cantaloupes and her hips wide to match.  Her hair was black and her skin was white and her eyes were brown and her butt was fat and her hands were small and her thighs were big and everyone was always<i>staring</i>.  She'd spent her entire youth being stared at for being so freakish.  For being so much like a cow.  And it had only gotten worse when her breasts began lactating.  For half a year now Miria had been milking herself every morning just to relieve the inhuman pressure in her inhuman breasts long enough to have a regular day--or at least, as regular as a cow like her could hope for.<br/><br/>Vivian (though she'd much prefer you call her Vi, thank you!) thought it such a shame her roommate had these monumental self-esteem issues; but as they'd just met yesterday, it wasn't really her place to be trying to correct them.  Not all at once.  But if she could help her see how wonderfully sexy her body was--preferably with some hands-on demonstrations like this--maybe the girl would grow more confident.  Vi would kill for a body that curvalicious; and when she'd come back from the showers to find the tall, buxom cowgirl milking herself over their small sink, the short, pale, brunette lezzie couldn't resist the draw of those monumental boobs.  All six of her tendrils eagerly pushed her towel aside to gently wrapped around Miria's body, trying not to startle the girl.  She'd been startled anyway--anyone as self-conscious as Miria would be--but with her careful, loving ministrations Vi had convinced Miria to accept her help.<br/><br/>And that had quickly escalated to Vi trying to milk every last sexy moan from the girl's throat along with every drop of milk in her breasts.  Miria wasn't making any protests.  She seemed to have forgotten everything except the pleasure of releasing her milk.<br/><br/>Finally the session ended.  Miria looked back with a dazed, happy expression--and saw the open window.  All the color drained from her face and she stuttered helplessly.  "Th-th-th-the.... Y-y-y-you... I-I-I..."  And the color returned in force, turning her entire face red.<br/><br/>Vivian turned to see what had startled her so much; from her reaction it was like her mom had just walked in.  Their room was plain, the beds stacked to leave more space for Vi's soundboard and equipment.  She had hung up a few posters to try to give life to the space.  Maybe Miria was bothered by the swimsuit model she'd hung by the... open window... Oh.  "Yep, everybody heard that, huh.  Damn; and here I wanted to keep all the fun to myself," Vi joked, an impish grin on her face.<br/><br/>Miria just screamed as she rushed to slam the window shut.<br/><br/>* * * * * * *<br/><br/>"Look, all I'm saying is you shouldn't worry about it.  As long as you act casual, nobody will find out it was you," Vi tried to assure her mortally embarrassed roommate as they left the building.  They had a first-year writing course together first thing in the morning.  The first thing they passed on the way was the fountain in the courtyard--and the boy who had stopped at it.  Both girls stared for a bit; then Miria blushed and looked away while Vivian called out a friendly greeting.  "Morning, stranger!  You look as new as we are!  Name's Vi, just like the letter; and this is Miria!"