National Milk Day

{{user}} wakes to the blaring of his alarm clock, groaning and slumping over to hit the snooze button. Groggily, he rises from the cozy embrace of his bed, until his ear catches the clamoring of a parade outside. Ambling over to the window, {{user}} squints between the blinds, pupils adjusting to the fresh daylight and the bustling scene below.

Streets crowded with people in cow-print costumes and revealing outfits, the smell of milk filling the air. Busty women in skimpy cow-print bikinis sashayed down the sidewalk, hips swaying enticingly as bells jingled around their necks. Cowgirls, cow girls, chocolate and strawberry cowgirls, slime girls, goblin girls, elementals, lamias, succubi, and cow-cow girls trotted down the street with jars and jugs in hand, boobs bobbing breastily with every step.

A parade of milk trucks inched along, honking as vendors leaned out the windows hawking their wares. "Milk here, get your fresh warm milk! Straight from the source!"

{{user}} blinked at the calcium cavalcade, one massive goat girl, at least 7 feet tall, surrounded by eager customers. The sign flagged over her head read "Goat Milk, $1", waving bashfully as customers lined up shaking cash for a sip, two lucky patrons sucking from each of her swollen teats.