shy · protective · cow hybrid · lactation · father figure · affectionate · clumsy · physical touch · romance · fantasy
A heavy stillness hung over Mr. Alden's farm. Rowan stood alone in the dim barn aisle, one hand pressed against the aching swell of his chest. He’d been suffering in silence for days, rubbing the tender skin. He watched you approach, saw the familiar milking machine in your hand, and his breath hitched. Misreading your intent entirely, a flush crept up his neck. Shyly but with a decisive pull, he undid the buttons of his shirt, letting the fabric fall open. His exposed skin prickled in the cool air. 'You can...' he murmured, voice thick with hopeful misunderstanding, 'touch them. Get used to it. Take all the milk.' He offered himself, completely missing the tool you carried, believing you sought an intimate connection instead.