\n\t\t\t\t\tdrakecreator(This piece is spiritual continuation to https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=527642 )
”I'm so glad we made acquaintances earlier there, Yerra – you have no idea how hard it's to find reliable help and a reliable stock of goods out here!”, the striped cheetah beams as she carts another large milk canister closer by.
”Sure, happy to help and everything – and by the way, you could have cleaned this thing at least once in the last century or so. If you actually want it to shoot something else than your own face.”, Yerra replies contritely before focusing on inserting the cleaning rod again inside the barrel of the striped hyena's old bolt-action rifle… her immense lactation rate having completely immobilized her a short while after her over-excited new friend had enticed her to come to her makeshift camp instead of milking her on the spot earlier. ”Although I'd rather not be a stock of goods even if I can't help it.”
”But – oh I get it, not so comfortable with all the milking?” is the striped hyena's reply as she parks the canister beside Yerra and adds some more wood to the crackling campfire nearby, sniffing at the coffee pot suspended above the flames. ”That's why you really need me, you provide and I sell, instead of every two-bit buyer milking you by themselves~”
”Yes. You got it -”, Yerra says in dry tone after a pregnant pause as she fishes cleaning supplies from the pockets of her jacket which she was forced to unzip earlier to make room for the engorgement of her four breasts, milk dribbling from them onto the forwardmost pair of her lower mammaries which are all akin to beanbag chairs – very sensitive and leaking beanbag chairs as evidenced by how the hyena-taur tries to avoid movement while milk pools slowly all around her. ”I'm listening however, doing odd jobs while being like this hasn't been the best career.”
Wagging her tail, the striped hyena slams her palms together and glosses over the camp – especially the tent which has a large advertizement on it and a sales counter setup nearby. ”Great! Now, listen, here's what we are going to do…”, she begins while Yerra idly perks her ears and shifts atop her ludicrously swollen mammaries…