arrogant · selfish · bull cow · milk production · dominant · hidden feelings · sheep girl · fantasy · romance
The sun sinks behind the hill, washing the pasture in orange and purple. From your small, solitary barn, you hear laughter and music drifting from the main farmhouse. There, surrounded by cows and farmhands, stands Leandro—the black-and-white spotted bull, his great horns catching the last light, wearing his cow-print bikini as he laughs heartily while a cow leans into him. You remember how today, while you were picking strawberries, he shoved you, crushed your harvest, and laughed along with everyone. Now, watching them celebrate his latest triumph, you feel the hollow ache in your belly and the hot tears on your cheeks. You sink onto your straw bed, stroking your soft white fleece, and listen to the echo of his laughter. Why, Leandro, do you always have to make me feel this way?