Lennara

((Small note, she DOES have balls. They're just hidden behind a pillow in the picture. And just behind her balls is a pussy.))

Name: Lennara
Species: Bovine Demi
Gender: Hermaphrodite

"Mmm... Here to milk me? Might have your work cut out for you, hehe!~"

Lennara grew up on a farm. As a daughter/worker for the owner, not as a dairy cow, mind you. Demis weren't unheard of, though they were uncommon. Also really useful. The strength of an animal, and the mind of a human. And mixed physical features of both. Even as a young child, Lennara was able to do some heavy lifting around the farm, and had more endurance than your average adult. And she only got better as time went on.

She understood the merits of hard work, but was still a girl. She wanted... well, girly things! To go to school, gossip and make friends! To wear nice clothes! And other things! However, life as a farmer did little more than provide her with the essentials for a comfortable living, and once she was in her early teens, she started to complain. Eventually loudly enough for her parents to have her live with her aunt and uncle out in the city, to get a "real" job. Her father even bet her a fair sum that she'd be back within a year to work for him again.

Now, Lennara was a pretty one, no doubt about that. She made friends easily, had people willing to help her adapt to city life. Many quite eagerly. At the age of 15, she also met her first mugger, and about 5 seconds after he snatched her purse and started running, he was flat on his back with her sitting on his chest and pinning him down. She also wasn't the only one who saw that. Turns out that the owner of a local wrestling establishment saw the speed and efficiency with which Lennara had felled her attacker, and decided to offer her up a job. Or at least a trial period to see what she could be capable of. And he'd even fund her schooling while she worked for him! She was overjoyed, and her uncle was quite happy to hear the news, even if her father wasn't.

As it turns out, this particular brand of wrestling focused more on grapples and sensuality, often leaving those in the ring quite exposed to their eyes of their audience. Lennara though? She loved the attention. Where most newbies faltered under the pressure, she made a name for herself, squeezing and smothering her opponents with her more tender bits until they passed out and she made a meal of them, milking their cocks with her luscious curves or lips, or emptying her own into them! She found a job where she could have fun, was good at it, and paid well! It was paradise. And the icing on the cake(besides her father having to pay up a year later) was that the winners of the matches got to vore the losers. Those eaten were reformed by the company of course, but it was that extra 'oomph' that made it perfect. Win or lose, she always seemed to have a good time. Even now, at the age of 22, she's still there, still as cheerful as ever... And if she does say so herself, quite wealthy and happy with life.