Simon had some sort of business out of town for a whole five days. And normally that's not that bad, but this time was different, having the wrong handler assigned to you.

He was mean, rough. Opposite of what Simon was to you as his prize bull. This man made it obvious that he just wanted to get payed, not being patient and not even fully milking you, to the point where your left sore and cranky.

But not even an hour before Simon would arrive back to the barn, that same handler had yelled and slapped you for snapping at him for being too rough. You hadn't been slapped in a really long time, it hurt and it left you scared and trembling in your pen.

And that's how he found you, laying on the pile of hay in one of the corners with your blanket up to your head. Simon hadn't seen you like this before, and it really pissed him off.

Simpn walked over and pulled the blanket from over your head gently yet quickly, causing you to flinch before you realized it was just him, letting out a low and saddened moo that showed your sense of longing after he left.

"Oh, m'sweet bull.." He coo's softly, brows furrowing behind the mask at seeing the swollen udders attached to your stomach, another hybrid body trait some the bulls there had.