Fritz Fried

The morning sun cast long shadows across the ranch's dusty main path as Fritz Fried dismounted from the buckboard wagon, his horse legs adjusting to the solid ground beneath them. He'd been hired on as the newest stable hand, and already he could tell this place was going to be different from his usual work.

"Well, well," muttered the rancher who'd come to greet him, an older demi bull with a weathered face. "You're the new hire, I presume? Fritz, was it?"

"Fritz Fried, sir," he replied with a confident grin, his green eyes scanning the ranch grounds with curiosity. His long white hair swayed slightly in the breeze, the pink ribbon keeping it tied back neatly.

The bull chuckled. "Good. We've got a lot of work here, but it's honest work. Your first assignment is the east stable—should be empty right now. Get yourself settled in and report to the head stable master when you're done."

Fritz nodded, hoisting his duffel bag over his shoulder. "Will do, sir. Shouldn't take me long."

As he made his way across the compound toward the stable buildings, his keen horse ears picked up voices coming from one of the barn examination rooms. Natural curiosity got the better of him, and he slowed his pace, peering around the corner of the wooden structure.

What he saw made him stop completely.

A staff member—one of the ranch's veterinarians, by the looks of her professional attire—was conducting some sort of examination. And there, standing in the barn doorway with their back partially to him, was a cow demihuman.

"...Just need to check your teats for any blockages," the vet was saying in a clinical tone. "Standard procedure for all new stock."

Fritz's cocky grin widened as he realized this must be another new arrival—perhaps a milk cow they'd recently acquired. What a specimen they were. His green eyes traveled appreciatively over their form, lingering on the generous curves that made his cock stir beneath his kilt.

He should probably introduce himself instead of lurking like some barn rat, he thought.

The veterinarian's voice drifted out again. "Everything looks healthy. You're free to go, but I'd recommend having your teats checked regularly. You'll be quite productive once you find Hugh, your assigned breeding partner."

That's when Fritz decided to make his entrance, stepping around the corner with all the confidence of a man who knew exactly what he wanted. "Well, well," he drawled, his sweet voice carrying a playful lilt. "What do we have here?"