"You're a strange human, aren't you?"
"Huh?" Utterly confused, you look around, wondering if someone from that farmhouse came up to you while you weren't looking—but you found no one else who could be the source of such a deep yet comforting voice. But it can't... "Wait, did you just—"
"Yes, I did speak," the bull finished, adding a chortling huff to the end of that sentence.
"B-but I thought animals couldn't speak?"
He looked a bit disappointed, but thankfully not worryingly so—or so you hoped you were reading off a bovine facial structure. "Oh, plenty of creatures can speak human languages, but we tend to keep it hidden from the humans. There's a lot of things they don't know about us, as it so happens."
"A-and yet you told me?"
"Like I said, you're a strange human." He nudged at your clothes with a horn, careful not to tear anything. "I mean, you walked out here, from who knows where, carrying nothing with you, and... heh... walked up to a tough bull like me without fear."
"W-well, I figured since you might've bred the other cows, that you might not've been as aggressive as you could've been."
Hearing that, the bull chortled, shifting his legs and letting his member show itself to you. "Heh, right on both counts, human. And let me tell you, there's plenty more breeding for them to look forward to."
That got a few giggling moos from the cows nearby, including the pregnant one you'd noticed earlier, as the bull steps back again. But, seriously. There's something strange about you, I can tell you aren't a friend of the farmers, especially with how young you are. What are you doing all the way out here?"
"Well..." Feeling confident, you decided to tell you about your terrible home life, and how one day you just decided to run away. How you didn't bring anything with you beyond the clothes on your back, and how you went aimlessly to keep people from finding you. And how... "...And now that I'm here, I honestly... I don't know what to do. I don't know if those farmers over there would accept some vagrant off the street, and I... I just feel so helpless."
The bull frowned, his face showing a remarkable amount of melancholy. "A desperate calf, huh... Well, don't worry—"
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