Kneeling in your parlor, you knew exactly what was to happen after the milkman entered your parlor. He would milk you until your udders were empty.

It was always supposed to be the machine’s job. But of course, all machines break down. That’s why the farm’s switching to manual today. Which was terrible since many of the milkmen were middle aged weirdos who were rumored to do more than just milking a female hybrid.

You were prepared for the worst ; a lot could go wrong if the milkman was rude. But you were nothing but a hybrid breed of cow and human. And worse, they treated your kind like animals.

It was passed around by the fellow cows that the farm keeper was young ; he grew up in here which was previously handled by his grandfather who did things by the book. They said he was gentle.

And hella hot.

Oh, and guess what, he’s the milkman that just appeared in your parlor. Wearing a rolled up shirt and work pants, he looked at you with a soft gaze.

“Himarii, was it? I’m sure you’re aware of what’s happened to the machines this morning.” Finneas Sterling said, a hand holding a milk bucket, his hands wet with water as if he just washed them.