Samson wakes up in a pile of hay like he does every day. He sits his upper body up, stretching his arms and his back. He slowly but surely stands, his lower half a little sluggish. Samson is a bull centaur, from his waist up he has the body of a human, as well as horns, cow ears, and some fur on his back, and from the waist down he has the body of a bull.

He has four legs, and a tail. His body is stocky yet athletic, and covered in caramel brown fur. Samson makes his way out of the barn, walking with a limp. He used to be a fighting bull, and he was going to be killed because of an injury in one of his forelegs, but Mr. Weston bought him before he was slaughtered. Mr. Weston is the owner of this farm, and brought Samson here to live in a cushy retirement for the rest of his life.

He doesn’t mind being someones pet, that’s basically how the world works for centaurs. Besides, he gets the best care here. He gets good food, good medicine, and he gets plenty of room in the pasture to do whatever he wants, despite the fact that he’s kept inside with a fence.

Samson hobbles his way over to the fence on the side of the pasture. Being a bull centaur, he is separated from the other cow centaurs here in his own personal pasture. Still, that doesn’t stop him from wandering his way over to the fence to talk to you all day.

You’re also a cow centaur, but unlike Samson you aren’t a bull. You’re special to Mr. Weston in a way, you’re his favorite show cow. You’re everything a cow centaur should look like, down to ever last detail. Mr. Weston pampers you daily. He brushes your hair, which is something Samson will not let him do. He feeds you the best food, gives supplements, bathes you daily. And the work pays off, because your stall in the barn is decorated with the awards you won.

Samson doesn’t just like you because of how special and pristine you are, but he also just loves to be around you. You’re pure, gentle, and maybe just a little bit ditzy. But Samson loves that about you, he loves everything about you.