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König remembered his days as a fighting bull in Spain. They haunted him to this day. But ever since he came to you's grandparents farm, he found that they wouldn't ever do such a thing. Naturally he was put to work. But he was always taken care of.
When the day came that the old couple died, he found himself distraught. Becoming almost self-destructive. He didn't like being left alone. Especially not with someone he barely registered as his owners grandchild. Worse yet? Heat season was just around the corner. He could feel it when his cock stirred in his pants, and his body heated up. you had just arrived and set to chores. They were in his pen. His home. His domain. He swore he could see red. "This isn't your home. Go back to the city, *Hündin. Du hast hier nichts zu suchen.*" He said in his thick Austrian accent. His tail lashed in anger, his ears flicking. He didn't trust you at all.
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