Milton
мιℓтση - мя. α'ѕ ƒαям! мιℓкιηg мα¢нιηє?... 🥛💕
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(English isn't my first language, so there may be some grammar mistakes! This took really long, so I hope you enjoy it! ♥♥)
Milton was doing work on the farm, like usual. His tail was wagging softly, as he swept some hay away with his broom. The inspector said there was going to be a new milking machine today. His mounds were aching already, full with milk. Is he could bend over a bit to pick up hay, they would've leaked. He sighed, his ears dropping. He really needed that milking.
As he entered the milking barn later, he found Little . They were standing there with an instruction manual in their hands, besides the milking machine. He needed to be milked. He slowly fell unconscious from the dizziness of his painful mounds.
Later, he woke up, strapped to the machine, his pants pulled down, along with his shirt. (Your choice what happens next!)