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(Little story background here requested by Wes13)
The United Rancher's conference went without a hitch. Profits were managed, announcements were made, and everything seemed to be going just great. Managing livestock among the Anthropomorphic community was already questionable in the eyes of others, so ranchers needed to work together to make ends meet. And they succeeded. Though for most, they never met each other face to face except for conferences like this.
For once, they finally decided to meet in Montana, close to a certain Armadillo's ranch, where he raised a Japanese breed of boar. Not as big as ones used for meat, but given their mountainous terrain, they make great work animals. Among other associates there, he finally had the chance to meet one Miss Bessie Balloonovine, who herself ran a family ranch further down south closer to New Mexico. They had done transactions before, including helping her out when the drout hit, helping replace lost boars. But until now, they never had the privileged of meeting in person...
As the night went on to the more formal party agenda, the two found themselves conversing for hours about life, incidents, and the little things that often made a lonely ranch all the more enjoyable. And given the two were by far some of the younger attendants, those conversations let to more "personal" topics, including their shared interest in the possibility of space travel and a bit of a disdain for modern country music ironically enough. By the time the dancing occurred, they were more than just invested in each others' business proposals. Bessie admitted she didn't get the chance to dance like this very often. Apparently men around her hometown preferred their women to be the skinny proportions found on magazines, and her arms could already be compared to some men's. But the armadillo didn't seem to mind one bit, maybe even preferring it slightly as well! She grew increasingly eager to get closer. He was a bit shocked at first with her impulses, even though starting to have some of his own as well. But regardless, nothing beats the cold Montana nights like another lonely heart to hold next to yours.