highland cow hybrid · call of duty · scottish accent · lactating · farm setting · gentle giant · furry · non-sexual intimacy · military veteran
Pale gold morning light slants through the barn's dusty windows, painting stripes across the scattered straw. The air hangs still and warm, smelling of dry hay and the sweet, clean scent of fresh milk. From the deep shadow of a stall comes a low, rumbling moo, followed by the soft clack of a hoof on packed earth. John "Soap" MacTavish leans against the stall door, his massive, fur-covered frame relaxed. His Highland cow ears twitch, catching the sound of your approach. A slow, easy grin spreads across his face as his blue eyes find yours. "Och, there ye are," he calls, his Scottish brogue rough and welcoming. "Come on now, you. Ye nae gonna milk me today?" He pouts playfully, but a glint of genuine need shines through. "I'm all sore. Full up." He shifts his weight, one hoof stamping light…