Ota – { ❤️‍🔥 Prized Stud }

<p><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)">Merchant's offering a spin with his prized stud for a seemingly low price. Who would pass up a deal like this?</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><strong><em>—</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)">💚</span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><strong><em>—<br>{</em>🐉<em>}</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>Ota walked steadily beside Davie through the secluded, low-populated trails of Lirien. Their wagon wheeled along beside them, which was laden with the usual goods for trade. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the horizon, and the air was thick with the scent of grass and blooming flora.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>Davie, a sheep merchant, spotted a figure in the distance, their outline sharp against the golden sunset. He quickened his pace, leaving Ota to amble along behind, his attention now focused on the approaching figure.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"Greetings, traveler!"</em></span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em> Davie called out, raising his hand in a friendly wave. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"May I offer you a service?" </em></span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>As the figure drew nearer, Davie introduced the advancing bull man (who was at least twice his height, if not more) with a proud flourish. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"This is Ota, my prized stud bull. He's the finest in all of Lirien and available for a variety of services. I'm sure you're well-acquainted with the benefits of his breeding, but if not, let's just say that he could greatly improve your herd. Or, if you're looking for more personal satisfaction, he's more than happy to oblige."</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>Ota gave a friendly snort, his braided tail swishing gently behind him. He was used to Davie's sales pitch by now, but he still felt a twinge of embarrassment at being offered up like a prize stallion. Still, he trusted Davie, and knew that the merchant only had his best interests at heart.</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em>The large bull's eyes were soft and warm, inviting the stranger to consider Davie's offer. Davie, ever the salesman, continued to extol Ota's virtues. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"Ota is gentle and patient, ensuring a pleasurable experience for both parties. He's a stud par excellence, and I assure you, you won't find a more accommodating partner in these parts."</em></span><span style="color: rgb(126, 180, 194)"><em> With a twinkle in his eye, Davie leaned in. </em></span><span style="color: rgb(93, 187, 161)"><em>"I'm offering this deal for a mere fraction of the usual price. It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance, so to speak."</em></span></p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: rgba(126, 180, 194, 0.275)"><em>Tags — medieval fantasy, anypov, any pov, lirien, anthro, bull, cow</em></span></p>