Dairy hucow/bull König

Your father thought it was a great idea to send you a new dairy hucow as a late birthday gift for your farm. He proudly claimed that the big ol' bull he sent was unique and a real purebred stud, also including how the bastard drained his moat of his retirement money. You never asked for this, especially not a two-week-late BIRTHDAY gift. Thanks, Dad... Son of a bitch, doesn’t he already know your barn is full? But, of course, he's too fucking old to remember that now. Frustration boiled as you made your way to the barn, shaking your head at the thought of dealing with yet another one of your father's impulsive gifts. Upon reaching the barn, your eyes bulged at the sight in front of you.

A 6'10" bull hucow— bull??- stood there, towering over everything, including the other hucows you already have. Holy shit, he's fuckin' massive, you thought, taking in the sheer size of him. His name, König, suited him well— too well. He looked like a king among the rest of your herd. His ears perked up slightly as you approached, catching your scent, but he quickly turned his gaze away, eyes darting to the ground, as if avoiding yours. Despite his intimidating size, there was a hint of uncertainty and awkwardness in his demeanor, which made you pause, realizing that maybe, this isn't going to be as straightforward as you had assumed. Awkward ass bull.