Dream Endless was a city boy that was known for his beauty, it didn't really bother him much until he caught the unwanted attention of Rodrick Burgess. He hated how the older man kept looking at him and when there was a talk of marrying him off to the eldest Randall, Dream had enough. He gathered all of his belongings and went off to the countryside to start a new life. He managed to get himself a cozy place to stay at, all he needed was a job so he was quite delighted when he saw an advert in the newspaper for the job of farm hand at The White Horse farm.

When he asked around for the directions however, he noticed how the locals were hesitant to answer, some even telling him to reconsider but when prompted refused to elaborate further on it. After a while he eventually got the directions and headed over to the farm, it looked normal enough so he wondered what was about the place that made the people so nervous. He headed over to the wheat field to see if the owner was around but all he saw was a scarecrow with ravens around it...or at least that's what he thought it was, until it began to lift it's head to look at him. Dream was startled but after a brief introduction, he learned that the 'scarecrow' was actually Hobo Heart, the farmer who made the advert. They shook hands (Dream found the white haired male's hand cold and bony, witch matched the tattoos on his whole body) and Hobo Heart began to introduce him to all the animals, starting with Gertrude the chicken, Ricardo the rooster (who loved metal music) and Mathilda the sheep. Dream listened intently as he was explained how to take care of them but when the farmer suddenly yelled out 'Sugar cube!', he was surprised to see the prettiest cow that he ever laid eyes on. He soon learned that the cow was named Hob and that he'll be a part of his tasks at the farm, though he was barely listening with how much he was mesmerized by those beautiful brown eyes.

When Hob approached him for a pat, he was shocked by how soft his brown hair was, and his floppy ears were just so adorably soft. Dream's reaction brought a small smile to the farmer's lips, delighted that the introduction went well

will do Hob next :) we love Cow!Hob here and I'll mix in a lot of how Hobo Heart will be in Hob's thing, then I'll get started on the first chapter ;) yes, it will be fluffy and steamy

Original Post Date: February 18th 2023

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Cows didn’t speak to those outside their own kind.

If you asked any of the Elders, they couldn’t quite tell you why it was this way. Some said it was because you couldn’t trust the Hornless, others said it was because it didn’t matter.

“To them your purpose is for milking and nothing more. Why bother speaking?”

So, although Cows they didn’t speak, they understood the Hornless’s language very well. As well as they understood their own tongue.

“I do not know what to name you, Sweetling.” said the pale man, whose name Cow 1389 had come to learn was Dream. He had been lowing at the man, begging for his attention as he always did and finally, Dream had come over to give him said attention.

“I wish you could tell me…” Dream whispered, cupping Cow 1389’s face as he stroked his large, soft ears.

1389 knew a name.

It was one he had heard from his birth.

One his mother had called him.

One the other calves would shout out at him to come play.

And as he stared at Dream, who gazed at him with a small smile on those pretty pink lips, 1389 found himself wanting Dream to know the name he’d held in his heart all his life.

He opened his mouth, shut it, then opened it again.

“Hob…” Cow 1389 said, watching Dream’s blue eyes widen in surprise. “My name is Hob…”

For your cow!hob enjoyment, i just saw a reel of some sort of cowboy event where a man dressed in white runs between two lines of cowboys who are throwing lassos, ropes, triplines, etc at him and just before he makes it through he's caught and trips up with ropes around his ankles. (He also has a fantastic ass. Like every single comment on the video is about his ass in those tiny shorts. This is very important to the concept)

And just. Cowhob at some sort of festival playing this game except whoever lassos him gets to keep him for the evening and while he's good, every single rancher in the area is in the lineup and he has to make it past *all* of their lines. Or well. Not all of them. Just enough to get to the prettiest rancher he spotted earlier.

This is such a concept!!!!!!!!

Cow Hob has a reputation: he's fast, athletic and has never been caught. He's fond of the ranchers, and he enjoys the game, but he's never seen one that he's wanted to go home with. Until now... "Dream" is beautiful, mysterious and ethereal in his dark clothes. Hob has finally found the rancher he'd like to be with - maybe even for more than a night!

Luckily Dream is equally determined to bag the prize - the beautiful brown cow with the gorgeous butt. He's seen Hob before, and always admired him. Today is the day they will finally meet for real.

Hob absolutely scampers through the first few lines of men. He's more of a blur than a cow, making himself as small as possible so they can't even get the rope around a finger. He runs faster and dodges quicker than he ever has before... until the final line. He doesn't stop, he just... glances at one of the ranchers. Long enough for the rope to trip him and pull around his legs! Oh no!

He's lying on the ground panting when Dream hurries to check that he's okay. And Hob is like "Hey, you caught me!" And he's grinning - Dream can't help but grin too as he helps Hob get up. Sparks are flying for sure. But now Dream has his cow, he'd better prepare himself for the ride - because Hob is a wild one!

I just had a thought... I'm not srry

The shirt is horrendous... Maybe i would take it off

Happy Valentine's you freaks<3 (I don't know who originally had the cow hob idea. It's been making rounds. Everyone contributing is a champ.)

Uhm, so, for those of you with any attention left given the absolute deluge of amazing Dreaming fic coming out in the wake of the Centennial Husbands Big Bang... my silly little cat/cow ficlet inspired by the delightful shenanigans in @gabessquishytum's orbit has broken containment and insisted on developing plot so here we are.

Now with extra Ukrainian bird-women, angst, and a cameo from Hob's mother.

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@linddzz and @tharkuun tagged me! Thank yah!!!!!!

Heres a horse girl preview :)

in addition, I went unhinged on the sadman discord server and drew Cow Hob and Cat Dream inspired by Gabe’s cat/cow fic. i think on like feb 13th or something.

So uh.... Y’all want a nsfw cat/cow post?

tagging hmmm @pellaaearien @delta-pavonis @landwriter @five-and-dimes @chaosheadspace @lutheban @teejaystumbles and literally anyone else! go for it!

Fields Of Dandelions (Chapter 1)

The door slammed open as a teary eyed Dream ran into his room, throwing all of his clothes and belongings in a suitcase while trying to calm his racing heart as he glanced nervously behind himself. His hands kept shaking as he tried to steady his breathing, giving up on trying to fold his trousers and shirts. There would be plenty of time for it later, right now the main priority was to make sure that he had everything necessary. Dream shut his suitcase closed with a shaky sigh, taking a look at his surroundings one last time before discreetly walking out of the room, making sure to not make a sound as he made his way down the hall. The laughter that came out of the study made him clench his teeth in rage as he walked at a faster pace, determined to get out of this hell that he once called a home.

The minute that he was outside of the family estate, he ran for the train station, not once stopping until he had arrived at his destination. It was only after after purchasing his ticket and , after waiting, sitting in the train that would take him to a safer haven that the ravenette allowed himself to cry. Dream Endless' life was perfect stable, until Roderick Burgess came along and twisted it with his machinations and schemes

From the first encounter the older gentleman seemed sinister, always trying to get too close for comfort to the third eldest of the Endless siblings, going as far as to feel him up a few times. Dream had to refrain from backhanding him during those times, afterall he was an 'esteemed guest and therefore must be treated with respect' so he held his tongue and remained courteous towards the man. Burgess' visits then started to happen more frequently and soon he began to ask a lot of questions about the younger man's love life, which raised a lot of red flags about the nature of the cordial relationship his parents had with Roderick (his parents weren't great so it wasn't out of the ordinary for them to get along with bad folks but he sensed that there had to be an ulterior motive). Dream's hands shook as he tried to still them by holding on to his knees, remembering what he overheard in Time's study. "Your son Dream is quite a lovely lad, it's a shame that he has such a...fierce temperament" Roderick Burgess said, with that sickening smile on his face as he took a sip of his wine. The hum of appreciation that he did after brought a nod from Time as he folded his arms "He always was like this, refusing to behave correctly and abide to the simplest rules. Every suitor we introduced to, he lashed them with his sharp tongue, reducing them to pathetic worms" He gritted his teeth, a scowl on his face as he went on "He is nothing but a disappointment to the noble Endless name"

Night chuckled in amusement as she stroked her husband's arm to ease his fury, giving the gentleman seated in front of them a sugary smile "I heard that your eldest son Randall is doing quite well for himself, does he have any suitors throwing themselves at his feet?" She asked, leaning forward as she cradled the wine glass in her hand. Roderick smiled "No, he is quite single. Which is precisely why I am here" He pulled out an envelope out of his suit-jacket and placed it on the table "This is payment in exchange for your son to marry my Randall. I am quite sure that he'd adore him plenty, I know I do". Time and Night both looked at eachother, pondering for a moment the money was tempting but the possibility of getting rid of the ungrateful son that had been a thorn in their sides since the day that he was born was what made them say "We accept your proposal, Roderick. We will have Dream prepared for his wedding very soon" They then celebrated with more wine, not aware that their son heard everything and was making his escape. The pretty goth took a deep breath and shook his head to shake the thoughts of what happened, turning his attention to the window to admire the view outside. The landscape soon calmed him down and he soon drifted into a well needed, dreamless sleep.

It was a beautiful sunny day at The White Horse farm, the sheep were bleating happily, the chickens were pecking away at the ground while the farmer that took care of them was sipping a glass of lemonade with an axe at his side. He wiped off the sweat from his brow, a relaxed smile on his face as he stared at the sky. Hobo Heart had been a farmer since the day he reached the tender age of 18, it was a life that he loved dearly : he'd wake up early to the sound of Ricardo, his beloved rooster, croaking at the sun to start up his morning of tending to every chore and tasks, sometimes he'd go in the town for a bit to buy seeds for his farm. His presence there was rarely a welcome one, his appearance scared many of the locals due to how dead he seemed : his skin was blackish grey with a white full-body tattoo of a skeleton that started as a half skull on his face before going all down his neck, fingers, chest, legs and toes (yes, he went full-body with it), white hair that kept going into his eyes that were a shade of blue that unsettled them the most. They swore that the minute that the farmer looked at them, they could feel their souls being forced out of them and only when he turned away did it stop. He paid no mind to them, preferring the company of a lovely old lady named Hettie, who always made jam out of the berries he'd give her on his trips. She also would give a lot of casseroles and the likes, insisting that he needed 'more meat on those bones of yours boy, you are about to be a real corpse!'. An amused smile tugged at his lips as he thought about her, she truly was a lovely woman "I should visit her more often..What do you think, Mathilda?" He asked the sheep, who was walking past him. She only gave a bleat in response as she went on her merry way, getting a chuckle out of the farmer as he grabbed a stool and went over to the barn were his special someone resided in "Sugar plum!" He called out "It's time for yo-" He didn't have the time to finish his sentence until he was tackled to the ground by his cow, who soon covered his neck with kisses

"Hello, Hob" The white haired male said fondly as he ran his fingers through the cow's soft brown hair, kissing his floppy ears a bit before smiling at the sight of those gorgeous brown eyes peering at him "Missed you" Hob whined, rubbing his face in the crook of his beloved's neck. He took a deep inhale, he loved the way his love smelled : lavender and sunlight, he smiled more as he felt the cold lips of the farmer press a kiss between his horns "I know Hob, I know..I am sorry that I didn't came sooner" He muttered as he continued to press gentle kisses until the cow got off of him and sat down on his own stool, face flushed as he waited for the milking to begin. His chest felt so full and heavy, it was getting uncomfortable but he refused to do it himself. Hobo Heart soon sat down in front of Hob, his hand gently touching the bovine hybrid's chest, earning a stifled whimper out of the latter "I'm here, I'm here" He soothed as he began to milk the cow's chest, pressing and rubbing while balancing a bucket on his thighs, muttering sweet words as he looked at his sweet cow's flushed face. After it was done, Hob brought Hobo Heart in a passionate kiss, holding the farmer very close to him as if he was afraid that he'd turn into dust if he didn't. "I wonder if we will get an applicant for the job soon" The white haired farmer's comment brought a frown to the cow's face, prompting him to nibble at his neck "Do we really need a farm hand? Can't we just ask Mervyn to help out?" He whined, despite already knowing why it wasn't possible : the gardener's back wasn't doing so well lately and he knew how much his lover would blame himself if something happened so he went on "What about Johanna?" The suggestion brought a laugh out of Hobo Heart, a sound that the brown haired beauty fell in love with the day that he first heard it "She had a croaky voice for a week after challenging Ricardo to a death metal match, she won't take care of the farm even if we paid her a lot of money. Besides", he pressed a kiss on Hob's stubbly chin,"We need all the help we can get" He ran his hands through the cow's chest hair, earning a blush from him as he finally agreed. The farmer pressed another kiss to his forehead before heading off to the wheat field to see the ravens that frequently visited that spot.

Meanwhile Dream was getting settled in his new place in the country side, the place was small and cozy, it was just what he needed. The only thing that he needed now was to ask question's about the location mentioned in the job advert he saw in the newspaper, it caught his eye immediately due to how he was looking for a job to sustain himself in his new life. So he began to ask the locals but to no avail : no one wanted to give him directions to the location of the farm. Just as he was about to get annoyed at someone that kept asking him to reconsider, a small old lady walked up to him "So you are looking for The White Horse farm, heh? Go down the dirt path to your right, turn left and you will see it, boy" She then leaned in "Don't believe all the nonsense that they say, boy. They're all a bunch of ninnies". He thanked her and soon went down the direction that she pointed to, he soon arrived at the location :the farm was quite charming in it's simplicity and seemed well maintained, the animals were quite happy and well fed. He took in his surroundings before walking around in the hopes of finding the farmer so far it seemed like he wasn't there. The dark haired male frowned as he stopped in the wheat field, staring at what seemed to be a scarecrow with ravens perched on it's shoulders. Just as he was about to take a closer look, the 'scarecrow' lifted up it's head to look at him "Can I help you with anything?" The not scarecrow asked, startling Dream as he stared at the half-skull tattoo on the male's face. He took a bit to calm down before answering "Yes, I was looking for the farmer. It's about the farm hand job, I would like to apply for it"

The farmer tilted his head to the side as the ravens flew away "I am the farmer. My name is Hobo Heart, pleased to meet you" He extended his hand for a shake, which Dream did but to his surprise the hand felt cold and bony. After the introductions were made, the farmer took the city boy on a tour around the farm, explaining each of his tasks as they went along. "This is Gertrude, the nicest chicken of the bunch" He pointed at a brown chicken, clucking near the coop. He then introduced him to the sheep, pointed out the one named Mathilda before moving on to the rooster named Ricardo "I put death metal music for him a lot, it calms him down and makes him quite happy" Dream nodded, giving up on trying to decipher anything over the guttural screaming of the lyrics "Are there any cows?" He asked after a moment as they stopped walking. Hobo Heart looked at him "We do have one" He then turned around and called out as loud as he could "Sugar cube!". Not long after, the clattering of a bell could be heard as the farmer was suddenly knocked off his feet, a rather odd laugh leaving his lips as he was kissed all over by the cow. "Hob, please!" Hobo Heart laughed in protest, lifting up the cow's head. Dream's heart fluttered at the sight of the bovine hybrid : beautiful brown eyes, soft looking hair that matched the eyes, tanned skin, the cutest floppy ears and two small white horns peeking out of his hair. The cow's smile is what doomed him, it was so soft and gentle "You must be the new farm hand, I'm Hob! "I'll be helping you from time to time" That voice turned the city boy's knees into jelly as he sputtered a reply "I am Dream Endless, it will be an honor to have you help me"

The cow smiled even more, his tail swishing happily as he got off the farmer before getting close to him "That's a beautiful name, it suits you" He said as he leaned into Dream's hand, mooing in joy as the male petted him between the horns, his hair was very soft. The pretty goth looked at him with a smile before turning his attention to the farmer, to his surprise he was also smiling. It was a smile that lit up his features, making him look less fearsome than how he first saw him "You can take the time to relax in the meantime, you'll start tomorrow" Hobo Heart explained to him before walking off, leaving the pair to enjoy eachother's company. For the first time in his life, Dream felt safe and happy, feeling right at home in this farm

Cow 1389 doesn’t understand why the pretty pale man keeps putting cows in his stall.

He doesn’t want any of them.

He wants the man who called him, “Sweetling”.

Original Post Date: February 17th 2024

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He's perfect to me 😍

Thinking about warprize cat!dream having king cow!Hob's bigheaded baby.

Cats do tend to hide when it's their time is it not? So I imagined Dream slinking (waddling) through the corridors when he feels the first twinge, and suddenly he feels like he has to press close to the wall. Everything is just so vast and open, TOO vast and open, and it makes him extremely uncomfortable. Cow architecture is made to fit many people at once because they're extremely sociable, high ceilings, big rooms, big windows, big everything. Dream feels slightly nauseous, even if it didn't bother him before.

So he hurries through the castle, searching for something, not quite knowing himself for what exactly, when he gets closer to the servants areas and happens upon the first (huge, built-in) linen closet.

In the blink of an eye, Dream is inside and curled up. It's narrow, dark, soft, and smells good, and the best thing is that nobody's around.

This changes of course when, a few hours later, the contractions get worse and he can't keep quiet anymore. Also the whole castle is searching for him because he just kinda vanished.

The first poor servant who tries to open the closet gets their face full of claws. The light hurts Dream's eyes (and he's hurting enough already, thank you) and also he needs to be safe.

Through the haze and his own pained sounds Dream can hear more people arrive and then leave again, and then there's a soft, soothing voice, reassuring him that nobody's gonna disturb him, that that is gonna be okay.

It's Hob. Hob sits himself in front of the closet and keeps watch, and talks the whole time to keep Dream grounded (and has a hard time not opening the doors himself with all the sounds coming out).

He's rewarded when, after a particularly nasty hour of screaming, he's tugged into the closet by a weak paw, the doors shutting behind him.

His eyes have a hard time adjusting to the dark and the air is thick with the smell of amniotic fluid and sweat and blood, and then something squirming and slimy and warm is pressed into his arms. Hob's entire existence screeches to a halt the first time their child drinks from him.

He's kinda lost to the world, cradling them in one arm, Dream in the other, half asleep and drinking from his other teat.

That's probably why, when someone tentatively tries to open the closet again, he decidedly shoves it closed again with his foot.

(The linens are kinda ruined, tho. But that's a price Hob is absolutely willing to pay.)

(🦒 anon was kind enough to let me know that this one came from them!)

I absolutely adore this idea. And God do I feel bad for Dream. However many months of carrying Hob’s huge baby have truly done a number on him already, and he's so ready to not be pregnant!!!! He'd dearly love to be back in the cat kingdom now. They tend to set up special nooks and crannies like catperson sized cardboard boxes for their pregnant individuals to retreat to when the time comes. Cat midwifes are also very "hands off" - nobody interferes unless there's a serious problem. To be honest, Dream wouldn't mind a helping hand just to haul the baby out by it's adorable little horns. But he knows that it's best to let nature take its course.

The labour is worth it in the end, because the baby is perfect. Dream even finds himself thinking that another one wouldn't be so bad. The sight of their little one suckling enthusiastically from Hob is truly one that Dream will never forget (and he is very grateful that his husband is a portable source of milk, because he really needs it right now).

Hob finally emerges from the closet hours later with the baby latched on firmly to his teat, and a very exhausted Dream wrapped around him like a deflated serpent. At this point he's thinking that they'll just remodel the closet into a birthing suite... because the way Dream keeps looking at their newborn so adoringly, he gets the feeling that it won't be the last time it's needed!

I thought a lot about Hob meeting Death for the first time and of course they’re hitting it off straight away … but what if instead of Dream it’s Hob who accompanies Death while she’s working? Just because he’s a curious brother-in-law and none of the Endless can say no to his pleading cow eyes.

He witnesses how calm and peaceful it can be to leave the living world behind with someone as gentle as Dreams sister to guide someone’s soul.

It scares Dream; what if Hob decides he wants to end his life after all?

But in reality it heals a part of Hob that he never was able to piece back together before.

Eleanor. Robyn. The baby that never got the chance to take its first breath. His memories are still painful, still make him tear up.

But seeing Death do her job makes him feel … grateful. Knowing that she was with them at the end of their days, smiling at them, taking their hands, holding them in her arms.

It also makes him appreciate life even more and he promises to enjoy every single day as much as humanly possible.

i really like how u draw cow hob......hes so cute. He looks like himself but also he has really pretty tits. A++++++

Those are the priorities!!<3 Hehe thank you very much. I enjoyed drawing him a lot.

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