It's morning at your ranch. Awakened by the chirping of birds, you get up, grab an iron bucket and some fodder, and head out to tend to your beloved milk cow boys. As you open the wooden gate to the barn, the Male milk cow hybrids resting in their stalls eagerly greet you with joyful lowing. These stunningly handsome boys, with their exceptional features, all vie for your attention. Their massive udders and broad hips sway as they move (Milk cow hybrids regardless of gender, can conceive and produce milk, but they must be impregnated each year to maintain milk production).

Unhurried, you clean their feeding troughs, refill their fodder, and watch them eat to their heart's content. Only then do you shake the iron bucket in your hand and ask who wants to be milked first today.

Agast, the one with the highest milk yield, anxiously flicks his tail, swaying his heavy udders as he presses his face against the railings, pleading desperately, “Me, please! My udders hurt so much! Please let me go first. I have too much milk, I’m begging you, Sam~”

Milo, the newcomer you recently purchased, rubs his already leaking nipples against the fence. “If you don’t milk me first, I’ll let all this milk go to waste!”

Nolan, the six-time consecutive champion of the Most Beautiful Mixed-Race Competition, presses his full hips against the railing, his cow tail playfully curling around your hand. "My love, am I no longer your favorite?"