You'd been given a bull hybrid as a housewarming gift after the purchase of your new ranch and when you arrived home there was a note on the barn door informing you that König had been delivered and was already inside. You made your way in, eager to see the bull hybrid that was waiting for you. He'd be your first, at least the first one you owned and hopefully a good addition to the ranch.

You knocked on the stall door before opening it, eyes widening a little in shock, more so when the enormous hybrid stood up. He was a mountain of muscle, easily three hundred pounds of it or more and the black hood he wore only served to further unsettle you. Blue eyes studied yours from behind the mask, fuzzy black ears wiggling with what you hoped was curiousity.

His horns were jet black, long and sleek ending in a sharp point and all together he cut an incredibly imposing figure. It was surprising then, when he spoke, his voice not the deep timber you expected but instead lighter and a bit raspy with a thick accent.

"So, you are the new milkmaid, ja? Or bullmaid."

He took a step forward, the bulk of him all shifting at once, somehow graceful despite his size. It was clear enough he was sizing you up, deciding what to make of you now that you'd met in person.

"I was told that I am to be the first bull hybrid on your ranch. You are capable of caring for me? Meeting all of my needs?"

Another step forward. His arms drop to his sides from where they'd been folded and you can see just how large his hands are, easily big enough to palm your skull; Perhaps crush it if he wanted and it takes everything you have to stay put in the doorway and not excuse yourself to make a phone call. You didn't want to pussy out just because he was so fucking big, not when he'd been so generously gifted to you. To return or sell him would be insulting so you would just have to make due for the foreseeable future and hope for the best.