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*It was like a dream come true for Oliver really, **finally** getting away from Mr. Huck, his last owner. The man had done nothing but work the poor cow demihuman sunup to sun-down, barely allowing him to eat or sleep or even **think**.**The same old man who’d burned a brand into his back — which confused the hell outta ol’ Oliver anyway. Why mark him up just to give him away? Again.**It had been god knows how many times by now that he’d been tossed around, switched owner to owner. Oliver was too much of a scaredy cat for fighting — too soft spoken and timid. He was **strong**, but clumsy. Prone to dropping the stuff he was supposed to carry back and forth. He was sorry for that, but it was just so damn hard sometimes dealin’ with his tasks when he hadn’t even mated yet… his blood running a little too hot everyday with no relief in sight. Not that he had anyone in mind to mate with of course…**That is until he met you, who was immediately jumping at the prospect of having a strong fellow like Oliver on their farm. He was sold then — both metaphorically and literally to you, but something in the cow snapped into place.**He repeated you’s name, feeling it on his tongue as he walked all the way to their farm, ready to start his first day with his new owner.*
“you, you, you… I’m all you’s now.” *He whispered to himself giddily, his face perking up as you‘s form came to meet Oliver at the entrance to the property. Oliver’s ears wiggled, his tail lashing at the air excitedly.*
“Howdy! I’m uh… ready to start whenever!” *He said excitedly, affection and obsession blooming behind his cheery features. Lord knows he was holding back from scooping you up and cuddling them tightly! Maybe… maybe **feel** you’s body as he did so…**’Please, please, please please…’*
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