Another day, another drawing of another lucky friend of mine transformed into a cowtaur. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It looks as though my friend's days helping pull Santa's sleigh are over as he moves on to greener pastures—literally, since, you know, he's a cowtaur now. He still hasn't gotten used to how quickly his udder fills up, though, and pinching it with his hind legs relieves the pressure only slightly. It'll be a while before the milkman comes for his evening milking; are there any willing volunteers who'll help my friend here as he gets used to having such a productive mammary?