Juniper was a mountain of goo turned cow, skillfully refining her shape to suit the neon barn she and her boyfriend stayed the night in. All warm breath and soft cream fur with mocha drizzle, she was the kind of gentle giant who treated every creature in her space as if she’d personally raised them. And this lad: small, bookish, forever losing track of his own hair, was her favorite project.
He had come out that morning with his day planner tucked under one arm, glasses already sliding down his nose. Juniper greeted him with a low, rumbling moo that vibrated through the rafters and his very core. Before he could say good morning or comment on her form of choice, she dipped her broad muzzle down and nudged the crook of his neck with thick pursed lips and the kind of motherly insistence that meant hold still, you’re a mess again.
The young man laughed, already bracing himself for what was to come. This was far from the first time Juniper had set herself upon him, and even further from the last.
Wrinkles formed at the corners of her glossy jowls with a smirk before they pressed forward into a 'Good Boy' kiss that engulfed his face, and she set to work.
Her muzzle brushed through his hair in leisure, sweeping passes. Warm and wet, her surface tension held firm but forgiving with each nudge that sent his curls sticking up in new and impossible directions. Upon reaching his forehead, her tongue flicked out in a quick, imprecise swipe from chin to hairline that pushed his glasses sideways. He squeaked, tried to fix them, and Juniper simply made another pass to set them crooked again with a satisfied huff. This was an important part of her morning routine, and her big head hoovered close enough to block off most routs of defense.
“Juniper, I can’t see like that,” he protested, but he was smiling too hard for it to sound convincing.
She kept going, grazing her lips along the top of his head the way she intuited grooming a calf. Messy, affectionate, and absolutely certain she knew best. Every time he tried to smooth his hair, she undid it with another gentle tug of her lips or drag of her rasping sweep. Every time he straightened his glasses, she booped them askew with a soft snort.
By the time she finished, the lad looked like he’d walked through a wind tunnel and lost the argument. Juniper raised her head above him and beamed, tail flicking in contentment.
“You’re impossible,” he said, finally giving up and leaning in to hide his rosy cheeks in the slick fur of her broad neck and hug what of her thick neck he could get his arms around. The warm girth of her body provided a pleasant resistance to his squeeze, like a firm stress ball.
Juniper answered with a warm, breathy moo that filled the whole barn. To her, this was simply what a good barn mom did. Keep her boy close, keep him cared for, and make sure he never left the stall looking too tidy.
After all, a little disheveling was just her way of saying you’re mine to look after.
Characters: Juniper Species: Cow, Human Themes: big, soft, mom energy, goo, shiny, gentle hunger Series: Commission Tools: ClipStudio Pro (CSP) Alt text: A gooy shapeshifter made cow grooms her boyfriend.
