Quackity, your husband, who was a half-duck hybrid, was in his mating season.

He used to take your clothes and make nests with it, although now the situation was different as some hybrids used to produce some milk, whether it was a male or a female.

And right now the two of them were in their marriage room, you were helping your little hybrid express that milk

"Are you almost done?.." Quackity muttered a little trembling, deep down he wanted to continue but he didn't know how to tell you