i unironically love cow hybrids okay so.. jisung is clueless, docile, often found "grazing" and munching on snacks, completely in his own world. even when he goes out with his friends, he tends to be the one zoned out, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. he's a little introverted, so he generally prefers to go for walks in the open fields by his house and have picnics there, rather than straying too far from the comfort of his own to pile into a sweaty, seedy nightclub. his friends don't really get it so sometimes they leave him to his own devices. oh yeah, and he produces a LOT of milk!! it's this constant pressure, this fullness, that he can never seem to alleviate on his own. his udders are always so swollen and aching and sensitive your honor that's another reason why he'd rather stay at home or in the quiet, empty fields. it's.. embarrassing.. okay? it affects other parts of his body too, his thighs and hips are so bloated, his face is always puffy. he hates how he looks, he's so very insecure, but his friends don't get it. they tell him that he's made to be milked, that most other cow hybrids would kill to be like him. to have such a strong sense of purpose. they mean well, but they don't get it. some days he's so full he feels like he could burst, and if he so much as shifts too suddenly then he starts leaking, soaking his shirt through with endless rivulets of milk. the damp material rubbing against his already delicate udders is enough to pull the lowest groans out of him, has him writhing around in his bed or in the grass, whining and moaning in both pain and pleasure. so humiliating. he hates being seen like this, it makes him all anxious and stiff. which is why, when he's grazing in the fields one day and enjoying the sun, trying so hard to ignore his discomfort and have a nice, normal day... he feels it. eyes, watching him. stalking him. he freezes where he lies in the grass, blades too tall for him to see a thing of his surroundings. he's just stuck there. on his back, tense and uneasy, staring at the sky above. marinating in his milk sodden clothes, udders throbbing beneath the cotton. goosebumps blazing a trail across his skin, hair standing on end, because he knows.. he knows they're getting closer.

anyway i think minho should be a hyena hybrid and jisung should be tormented by his other senses. unable to see minho, but he can hear him laughing and taunting as he circles the poor cow hybrid in the tall grass. his laugh makes jisung's skin crawl, and heat coil low in his stomach. makes his udders leak more insistently. jisung feels curious, eager hands pawing at him from every angle, minho moves too quick and hides too well for jisung to track where he'll touch him next. grabbing and kneading at his thighs, his calves (hehe pun), his hips, but careful to avoid his aching tits. claws tearing at jisungs clothes, one shred at a time, and snagging on his skin. leaving little scratches and cuts all over his supple flesh. jisung cries of course and tries to beg but the words won't come out, he's just making pathetic little sounds and minho eats that up, enjoys torturing him. teasing him. loves to watch him stock still in terror, but still trembling. loves to watch his udders pulse and twitch with the desperate need for release.

because hyenas are known for being very fast and having crazy endurance, and they like to wear their prey down before they kill them, i figure this translates into minho edging jisung for a long time, then milking him into overstimulation. just fucking into him at a brutal pace, only stopping occasionally, and briefly. just enough to keep jisung from tipping over the edge because minho isn't quite ready to end things just yet. relentless ministrations that make jisung squirm and sob and shake. minho whispers degrading, threatening things to him and cackles when he feels jisung clench around him, when he sees more milk spilling down jisung's sides. then he purrs, whispers sweet nothings, soothes him with promises and reassurances. tells him he's a good little cow and he can endure it, he can keep going. peppers his swollen tits with kisses, laves over them with his tongue, his spit acting like a balm against jisungs burning hot flesh. tells him how sweet and creamy he tastes. then without warning he snaps his hips with even more force, falls back into that relentless pace. pulls at jisung's hair, squeezes his udders painfully tight and twists, calls him filthy names and tells him he was made to be milked, made to be consumed by minho. tells him that he smells even sweeter when he's afraid, scents him and sinks his teeth into his neck, laps at the blood and laughs maniacally into jisung's skin as he fucks him senseless, chants of "mine, my little cow, my tasty little treat" pressed into the wounds. blood and milk mixing together as minho's lips and tongue drag over every inch of jisung's juicy, tender meat. ruined, and helpless. reduced to nothing but a carcass to be used for minho's pleasure.

he doesn't kill jisung in the end, just milks him dry and covers him in pretty lacerations, makes him weak and dependent so he will let minho keep using him.

i really love this concept lmfao thanks for asking me about it!!