"I don't know about that, Mary... I mean, this is pretty weird." Rob backs away, hands up in the air. His next door neighbor is half cow, and enjoying it way too much.
"Rob, you knooow what I need?" Mary asks, standing up shakily on her hooves and stepping towards him.
"Um.... some grass? You must be hungry...?" Rob chuckles nervously, not liking where this is going at all.
"I need a bull." She says assertively, advancing on him further.
"My grandpa owns a farm upstate, maybe you can..."
"I need a man-bull. I need you to be my bull."
"I'm a married man, Mary. You can't expect me..."
"When was the last time Amanda sastisfied your needs? You want it, I can tell. I can smell it on you." She smiles slyly, having backed Rob into the wall.
"No... no I don't... you're the one who... akkhh..." and before Rob can finish, Mary's long bovine tongue is lashing his face, slathering him sloppily with saliva.
"What do you say, Rob?" Mary says as she pulls her head back some, staring him in the eye. "Be my bull. Just for today."