Holst milkman

>Holstaur dairy farmer
There's literally no better job to exist in MGE. Getting paid to massage to squeeze holstaur breasts, sometimes while fucking them.

>Mino gets jealous of holsts getting their breasts groped
>Dyes her hair and fur black and white
>Sneaks into holst barn and pretends to be one
>Farmer is confused the next day why milk won't come out of her breasts

>dragging a dozen metal churns out to barn is a pain in the ass
>but not as much of a pain in the ass as dragging them back out once they're full
>and don't even mention trying to transport them to the market every weekend to sell them
>that said, it did come with its perks
>such as what was occuring right now, your hands sinking into the soft, warm flesh of one of the Holstaur's
>"Mmm... Anon, you should be a lil' more gentle with a girl's breasts~"
>she bit her lip as she moaned from your milking, warm liquid squirting out of her puffy, erect nipples, trickling over your fingers and into the churn
>another good squeeze elicited another moan and another steady stream of milk, the Holstaur pushing her pillowy rear-end backwards into your crotch as her back arched, cow-like ears flicking in joy
>"Why don't ya whip that package out, farmboy~? I'll be sure to repay ya well for your massage~"
>you glanced up and away from her hefty tits and scanned across the barn, nearly a dozen other Holsatur's, each sporting a pair of heavy, milky tits, staring eagerly back at you as they wait for their turn
>it was going to be a very long day of work, it seemed

I gunna be quite a few calfs conceived that day. Assuming they aren't already all pregnant.

>You can't have favoritism with the Holsts
>So if you fuck one you have to fuck them all
Being a Holst milkman must be quite a harsh job.