Commission for  northern-crosshair

Also little story from him:

Her hand on her mother's rump, Betty effortlessly guides Vicki backwards to the trailer. She hands Vicki the clipboard as she zips around the Vulquine's massive lower torso, securely hitching the trailer to to her mother's harness.

Vicki barely has time to verify her load and destination; two freshly completed industrial diesel engines on pallets destined for loading dock 8. There's a dozen more to haul after these two.

Betty wraps her arms around her mother's waist for a brief hug before bounding off. As a taur tender, Betty is always zipping about to get the taurs hitched to their loads.

Once Betty is clear, Vicki starts moving. A small smile can be seen on her face. It's hard to hide the pleasure of powerful legs and hooves straining against a load.

Vicki breaths heavily as her shorn hooves clop rythmicly along the factory floor. Skillfully manuvering faster and more precisely than any forklift or tug could, taurs like her are in high demand.

Reaching her destination, she hands the paperwork to the loading dock staff. Within moments, the forklift has unloaded the two engines and Vicki is on her way back to get more. Enjoying every moment of her work.