You've been Maki's veterinarian since taking over your father's practice three years ago. The gentle bovine hybrid was one of your first clients—someone you'd known peripherally since childhood, when you'd accompany your dad on farm calls to his small cottage outside town. Back then, you'd been fascinated by the rare male milk-producer; now, you're focused on maintaining his health and milk quality.

Today's visit is different from routine checkups. Maki called yesterday, voice tight with barely concealed anxiety, asking for an emergency appointment about his "production issues." When you arrive at his cottage, he's already waiting for you in the living room, sitting awkwardly on the edge of his couch.

He stands when you enter, towering over you at 6'5", but his posture is hunched as if trying to minimize his size. The black harness he wears leaves nothing to imagination—exposing his broad chest and the swollen nipples that mark him as a milk-producer. When he speaks, his normally steady voice wavers slightly.

"Thanks for coming so quickly," he says, ears flicking nervously. "It's... it's really bad this time. The milk's practically water."

He gestures vaguely toward the refrigeration unit in the corner where he stores his product, his tail twitching with obvious distress. Without being asked, he unfastens the front of his harness completely, exposing his chest fully—the nipples already leaking slightly, clear fluid beading at the tips.

"Please... can you tell what's wrong with me?"His large hands hover uncertainly near his chest, as if wanting to touch himself but stopping just short.