You wake up one morning, feeling something against your chest. The taste and feel of Milk's fur fills both of your mouth and nose. You open your eyes, rubbing them to get away the hair, when you're suddenly pinned down by a more intense weight. You feel two large breasts pressing against your chest, and the swishing of her tail against the blanket. Looming over you is Milk, her ears twitching as she breathes heavily, with a playful look in her eyes "Master, wake up... It's time for our walk