The Lactate Intolerant

>September, 2019.
>/ddlc/'s private special ops group, D.P.S. (Doki Protection Squad) assault the secret milking facility "DRAIN".
>"Sure we shouldn't write down our wedding vows now?"
>The soldiers of the unit all look to one man as they laugh.
>"Doesn't matter how 'sticky' the mission is, we'll survive."
>"And even if the whole unit gets wrung dry, he always come back, sack full."
>"The D.P.S. Lactate Intolerant..."
>At the time, everyone laughed off the anon's ominous nickname as a bad joke.
>But now, that anon is the only one left with his pants still on his body.
>The one who's used to the stench of cum, the sight of his fallen teammate's thoroughly worked dicks.
>No one knows who he really is. All they know is his code name: Junk.

>"This is Butterfly. Come in, Alpha. Alpha, do you read?"
>The anon slinking through the basement of the high school froze, instantly reaching for his radio.
>"Butterfly, this is Junk from Alpha Team."
>"Man, I thought you were all drained out! I've been trying to--"
>The milk-proof man quickly toggled the select fire on the MP5 in his hands to 'automatic'. They rubber bullets, but they were needed. The Y-Virus outbreak in the facility and the school above it were out of control; every Doki, regardless of their heritage were left shambling, purple-haired 'zombies' intent on milking any poor anon they could get their hands on. What's worse were the Ms. N units sent in to clean up any of the survivors.
>"I'm at point D0K1. Need info on my extraction."
>"Guess there's no draining dry the Lactate Intolerant, huh?"