The Hucow from Dimension Moo! (Patreon)

Black Moosa Laboratories was buried deep under the Grand Teton Mountain range. In 1956 a cosmic variation was detected in the heart of the mountain. For the past 70 years military contractors and researchers have been prodding and examining this fluxuation in the space-time continuum. Probes were sent in during the 1970s, only to come out with what looked like magenta kiss prints, and coated in a type of hyper caloric, and pheromone rich milk!

This needed more research, and through the 90s and 2000s, more and more money was shifted from black budgets into the secret facility. Eventually so much off-the-books money came through to research the mysterious milk that the facility became known as Black Moosa.

In 2022, a husband and wife team, a metaverse theoretical biologist and a quantum entanglement professor respectively, were hired to work in the deepest part of the facility. The Professor, a Gwendoline MacMilkerton, soon became the object of desire for every staffer in the lab. Her knockout figure barely fit in the billowy envelope of her strained white lab coat. Her husband, Harold MacMilkerton, might have been the jealous type, if he weren't so engrossed in his studies of the interdimensional milk.

Every time they sent out a probe, it came back drenched in the same liquid mystery. And why the kisses? Were they connected, or did one event trigger the other? Recording equipment, digital and analog, was destroyed in the crossing. Having such a tangible connection to an entirely otherworldly biome was too much for the poor man. He MUST know!

Despite repeated requests for human experimentation, Harold was turned down by congress. No human would ever be granted entry into the rift.

One night, while Gwen performed the most salacious, obscene acts upon his body with her breasts, tongue and feet, Harold lay there, pondering the void.

No human may go through. But what about enticing a being out?

The lab was deep enough in the mountain that even if the beings turned out to be dangerous, which he doubted... it could easily be contained.

The thought frightened him, but his mind pushed beyond the fear. He rationalized it as trepidation standing in the way of true discovery. Only when we are at our most afraid are we at the precipice of greatness! Or so he believed.

Yes, he mused as he lay there. I will be the bait. I will be the one who brings whatever, or whomever, through the gate. He kissed his wife on her flushed cheeks. "Good night dear," he said, then rolled over.

Gwen leaned on her elbow, her French Maid outfit soaked in her own passions, her colossal breasts heaving with her unsatisfied lusts. "Just what do I have to do to get that man's attention?" she said, tossing the feather duster into the corner of the room. Then she turned off the lights. Tomorrow would no doubt be another boring day at Black Moosa labs, she thought.

Tits a Friday Night Creature Feature!

Thank you so much for the GREAT idea, Jay Aury! Hucows, Interdimensional beings, mad scientists and secret quasi-military labs are all things I love drawing! Happy Halloween!