He was, of course, warned about travelling through holstaur country. Especially during harvest season. That was when those country girls were most looking for a new stud.
But he wasn't really worried.
Not even when his car broke down.
When she invited him to stay the night.
When he agreed to help with the morning chores.
When his reward was to sit on the milking stool.
When she sat on his lap.
When he milked her.
Suckled her.
Adored her.
Because he knew her milk wasn't really addictive.
He wasn't really turning into a bull stud.
His mind was still his own.
His new muscles were normal. His new horns were fine.
So what if he decided to move in with her? She needed help around the farm.
And he was so helpful.
So obliging.
Because it was harvest season.
And good studs should always help their pretty cows.