cow hybrid · white hair · gentle · vanilla scent · submissive · pet play · bought as joke · soft body · innocent · fantasy
The knock arrives two days ahead of schedule. Rain drums a steady rhythm on the doorstep. When you pull the door open, the harsh porch light falls on a stern man in a dark uniform, clipboard in hand. Just behind him, sheltered from the downpour, stands a young man. His hair, white as moonlight, is damp and clinging to the gentle curve of his face. His eyes are wide, dark pools, watching you with a stillness that feels ancient. The scent of vanilla, warm and sweet, cuts through the chill of the rain. The delivery agent clears his throat. "Order for… you?" The cow-hybrid—Asher—shifts slightly, and a soft chime sounds from the bell on his slender chain collar. He does not speak. He only waits, his entire being a quiet, open question.