This is a fan story largely conceived during Moo Mesa's first season. It's
pretty much written on my interpretation of watching the show itself and
has little influence from the comic books or coloring books at the time I
mostly thought it up. My apologies to those behind the actual creation of
the show as I don't have a writer's bible for Moo Mesa and have doubtless
strayed from whatever part of the format that I may have failed to see from
knowing only what I saw on TV. This is an unofficial story written just
for fun for fans of Moo Mesa and intends no infringement of copyright. -
Cowlamity#
THE HIDDEN HERITAGE - BY COWLAMITY#
PART 1 – FIVE YEARS EARLIER
CHAPTER 1
It was a typically dark and stormy night, in a land that would also seem typical. To a human observer the land resembled the southwestern part of the American Old West, complete with a lone rider in western style gear and clothing, except this was in the far future, and the rider wasn't human.
One didn't have to get very close to see not a human, but an anthropomorphic bull astride a large but otherwise normal looking horse.
Lawcow Marshall Moo Montana pulled his bandana up his neck a little further to gain whatever warmth there was still to be had on the coming downpour. He needed to find shelter and soon. It was then that his eagle- sharp eyes caught sight of a sign in the distance, and he urged his mount towards it.
COWTOWN:
5 miles
Montana sighed and pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Looks like we've no choice but to keep going, Cyclone," he said to his tired but faithful horse.
"Let's…wait a minute." Moo stopped when he thought he heard a cry. Waiting a moment he heard it again, this time noting the direction.
With Cyclone at a slow trot he reached the source of the sound to find a very ordinary looking cow, complete with four legs and lying on her side. She appeared to be in distress.
Moo was off his horse in a flash. He slowed down as he approached the cow so as to not frighten her.
"Easy there, girl." He said quietly, kneeling down beside her to gently pat her head. "I'm here to help."
Carefully his placed his hands, which each had three fingers and one thumb evolved from the two main hooves and two vestigial ones of his ancestors' forefeet, and felt along the cow's sides. It became obvious to his trained eyes and hands she was about to give birth. As a cowhand in his recent years he had been present at the delivery of at least a dozen births by bovine quadrupeds and he knew as much as any Moo Meson vet. As the cow struggled, however, he sensed there was something different about this one.
With a combination of concern and delighted awe Moo realized that the birth was going to be that of a bipedal bovine, like him.
It wasn't unusual for the quadrupeds to occasionally give birth to bipeds, which was attributed to the mysterious presence of a comet shard buried deep in Moo Mesa. It was this same shard which caused already born animalfolk to evolve into their anthropomorphic selves to a degree directly affected by how far each of their ancestors were from the comet shard at the time and point of impact, leaving a range of creatures from largely humanlike to what appeared to be ordinary animals.
The one drawback was that the more humanoid the animal, the rarer they were. Due to fragile females and often-infertile males, the birthrate of bipeds was greater among the quadrupeds than the bipeds themselves. This caused special bonds to develop between each animalfolk species and their animal counterparts. A typical example was the bovinefolk, who rode herd on and generally took care of the bovines much as their human counterparts did, except this was not done for the sake of the next meal, but with an eye toward the next generation.
Biped births were impossible to predict among the quadrupeds and this was the first one Moo had attended. Quickly he went back to Cyclone and took a blanket out of the saddlebag, among a few other things. Coming back to a spot near the cow, he made a fire. When that was done he took off his gloves and continued to work.
With Moo's help the birth itself took only a moment, and soon he was tenderly looking at a brand new life which he held wrapped in the blanket.
"I think I'll call you Cody," he said happily.
To be continued….
THE HIDDEN HERITAGE - BY COWLAMITY#
PART 1 – FIVE YEARS EARLIER
CHAPTER 1
It was a typically dark and stormy night, in a land that would also seem typical. To a human observer the land resembled the southwestern part of the American Old West, complete with a lone rider in western style gear and clothing, except this was in the far future, and the rider wasn't human.
One didn't have to get very close to see not a human, but an anthropomorphic bull astride a large but otherwise normal looking horse.
Lawcow Marshall Moo Montana pulled his bandana up his neck a little further to gain whatever warmth there was still to be had on the coming downpour. He needed to find shelter and soon. It was then that his eagle- sharp eyes caught sight of a sign in the distance, and he urged his mount towards it.
COWTOWN:
5 miles
Montana sighed and pulled his hat down over his eyes. "Looks like we've no choice but to keep going, Cyclone," he said to his tired but faithful horse.
"Let's…wait a minute." Moo stopped when he thought he heard a cry. Waiting a moment he heard it again, this time noting the direction.
With Cyclone at a slow trot he reached the source of the sound to find a very ordinary looking cow, complete with four legs and lying on her side. She appeared to be in distress.
Moo was off his horse in a flash. He slowed down as he approached the cow so as to not frighten her.
"Easy there, girl." He said quietly, kneeling down beside her to gently pat her head. "I'm here to help."
Carefully his placed his hands, which each had three fingers and one thumb evolved from the two main hooves and two vestigial ones of his ancestors' forefeet, and felt along the cow's sides. It became obvious to his trained eyes and hands she was about to give birth. As a cowhand in his recent years he had been present at the delivery of at least a dozen births by bovine quadrupeds and he knew as much as any Moo Meson vet. As the cow struggled, however, he sensed there was something different about this one.
With a combination of concern and delighted awe Moo realized that the birth was going to be that of a bipedal bovine, like him.
It wasn't unusual for the quadrupeds to occasionally give birth to bipeds, which was attributed to the mysterious presence of a comet shard buried deep in Moo Mesa. It was this same shard which caused already born animalfolk to evolve into their anthropomorphic selves to a degree directly affected by how far each of their ancestors were from the comet shard at the time and point of impact, leaving a range of creatures from largely humanlike to what appeared to be ordinary animals.
The one drawback was that the more humanoid the animal, the rarer they were. Due to fragile females and often-infertile males, the birthrate of bipeds was greater among the quadrupeds than the bipeds themselves. This caused special bonds to develop between each animalfolk species and their animal counterparts. A typical example was the bovinefolk, who rode herd on and generally took care of the bovines much as their human counterparts did, except this was not done for the sake of the next meal, but with an eye toward the next generation.
Biped births were impossible to predict among the quadrupeds and this was the first one Moo had attended. Quickly he went back to Cyclone and took a blanket out of the saddlebag, among a few other things. Coming back to a spot near the cow, he made a fire. When that was done he took off his gloves and continued to work.
With Moo's help the birth itself took only a moment, and soon he was tenderly looking at a brand new life which he held wrapped in the blanket.
"I think I'll call you Cody," he said happily.
To be continued….