As every other centaur of equine descent, Lattarya needed very few hours of sleep per day, and, as the world awoke for a bright new day, she was knelt in front of  her room's window, breathing in the fresh morning's air as the first workers started to walk around the small farm village. Soon it would be her turn as well and as she rose to her four hooved legs, her dark brown eyes glanced at the calendar attached at the wall and, with a sigh, she lost herself in that day's square, underlined and circled with a red pen.<br/><br/>"...already my last day here..." thought the centauress as she checked her working gown and make sure it would fully cover her equine body, as well she checked and adjusted her greenish dress, giving particular care to the large swelling of her bountyful lactating mammaries and spending a brief moment to heft her chest's flesh, an automatic action as if to check that her beloved breasts, the things that are both a family trait and the keepers of her pride, not to mention that, as a wet nurse, all of her life's earnings were thanks to her breasts.<br/><br/>In a few minutes, she walked in the farm, her heavy hooves almost crushing the gravel of the paths that linked the worker's dormitory to the other parts of the large farm, making it appear more likely like a proper village. "...my last day..." thought her while looking with eyes already filled with nostalgia at the fruit trees and the buildings that accompanied her in the last few years "...i will miss this place..." she then put her thoughts away as she was now in front of the farm's |<i>Nursery &amp; Dairy</i>| building, and, with a satisfied grin, she stepped in.<br/><br/>She loved to tend to the other's milk needs as she often repeated to the ones that asked her about the job :<< It is my kind's way to help others in the world >>. Indeed, her subspecie have always been praised for their help in nursing and feeding other species's newborns, a thing that the Dairy Breed Centaurs came not only to acceptance but as a gratificating and prideful dedication in life, to help other mothers to make their babies grow healthy and strong by feeding them. And Lattarya was sure of those words as a calm, motherly smile spread over her soft face in the very moment she walked into the nursery, feeling herself needed in that place.<br/><br/>So, after a brief chat with the other nurse, she exposed her breasts and calmly waited the nurse to bring her an hungry baby to feed...