You’d better.

Tentatively you open the door. As you feared there is a monster standing there as if it was the most normal thing for it to be there. It stands 9’ tall with the head of a bull. The odd part is it is wearing a typical delivery person outfit, brown shorts and all. He is standing next to a very old looking wooden chest, like a pirate chest from a movie. He holds out a clipboard and a pen and says, “Sign here.”

“Okay.” You say stuttering a bit, and sign.

“Thank you. Now where do you want it?” He hoists up the huge chest, arms rippling with thick muscles.

“Oh, come on in, just set it on the floor by the coffee table I guess.” He does as instructed. You can’t help but watch in awe as he comps into your house on hooves, ducking low to get in, a display of agility and power, plus a smell of musk fills your nostrils. “That smell.”

“Oh sorry, it’s been a hot day. I gotta use tons of deodorant to keep them pheromones at bay. Otherwise I’d have everyone in the neighborhood climbing all over me. Not to many dudes react though, you must be pretty horny. Been spanking it a lot today?” He asks chuckling.

“It’s been a real weird day.” You answer. You can feel a tingling coming from your nether regions, your cock is stirring, yes, but more, as if your ass was hungry. It even puckers a couple of times as if preparing for his intrusion.

“No problem. Like I said. It’s my bad. I should have reapplied my deodorant before walking up to the door. I mean it’s not like I’m gonna try to fuck you or something. You don’t even want that. It’s just the pheromones. They react with the lingering desire caused by your recent actions and that’s that, it’s just science really.”

“Just science. Right.” You say, your mind is swimming. A small piece of you demanding you to flirt with him, or simply ask him to fuck.