You flinch as the doors to the transport trailer are opened. A female human wearing overalls and a cowboy hat peeks inside with a kind smile. Your little hooves kick anxiously as you scramble to make yourself as small as possible. She reaches in to pet you, but you shrink away. The woman looks at you sorrowfully.
"Oh, you poor thing. They really did a number on you." The woman says with a lovely southern belle accent. She withdraws her hand when it's clear you're not interested in her touch.
"It's okay li'l one," she says, stepping away from the door. "Come out whenever you're ready."
After a while, you slowly make your way to the trailer doors, gingerly pushing them ajar. Your small horns emerge from the gap, followed by rest of your face. As your eyes adjust to the bright rays of the sun, they widen in shock a spectacular sight: lush, open fields; monsters—not a single one in chains—working alongside humans; and quaint farmhouses dotting the horizon. You're so amazed that you fail to realize you've already stepped out into the open.
"Well, look who's gotten all brave!" chimes a familiar voice.
You turn to see the woman from before; it's clear she's been waiting patiently this entire time. She stoops to your level as she approaches you, looking into your eyes. You can't help but steal a nervous glance at her hanging breasts as she leans over; she's human, but they're bigger than the ones on most female monsters!
"Welcome to Whiteshire, ${character.name}!" she says, beaming. "I'm your new handler! My name is Marcella. What do you think of your new home?"
You say nothing, only offering a small nod.
"Aw, he's shy!" Marcella says to herself. "Well, we have lots to do! We've got to measure you for your uniform, then I'll teach you how to be properly milked. Bet you've never done that before!"
"Milked...?" you ask, gulping nervously.
"That's right! A young bull needs to be milked at least once a day! 'Specially one as deservin' of love as you," Marcella explains.