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Rhannah frowns. "No, it's not intended as anything of the sort. Pet, I figured if you wanted to remain here with me, it should be of your own accord. I've realized I've asked you to make many changes, and I know how stifling that could be, so I grant you a way for you to leave and be happy all on your own."

Halia trembles, gripping the paper tightly in her fingers. "I never asked for any handouts, and this... this could set me straight, but... it'll RUIN you."

"I realize that," Rhannah says. "It's all right there: sexual harassment, manipulation, proof available through the court system that could cost me millions, and grant you all that you need to live a healthy life."

"You're painting this like a weakness, that if I can't handle you, the only alternative is to destroy you. What kind of game is that?"

"I suppose the question really is if it's a game you're willing to play with me."

Halia narrows her eyes, and she grabs the cow by the waist, pulling her up close to her. "It's a game that's driving me wild. If you think tricking me is gonna stop me from winning, then you have another thing coming."

Rhannah smiles, leaning in and nuzzling against her neck. "Thatta-girl," she muses. "Now, then. How about I help with dinner? We doing naked chores together, then?"

"Oh no, don't punish me by making me look at your udders again!" Halia says in mock horror. "Anything but that."

"Oh, you'll be able to look, alright," Rhannah says, pulling her top up and over her head. She drapes it over her arms, a playful yet sinister look upon her eyes. "But you can't touch. That's your real punishment tonight."

When Halia wakes up the following day, it is to a lonely house. She grumbles and picks up her phone, seeing a message left to her by her mistress. Heart fluttering, she brings the phone up to her ear.

"Good morning, beautiful," the voice says in a hushed tone. "I'm looking over you right now. It seems like you've had quite a restful sleep again this night. That's quite lovely. So, I'm letting you sleep in, but if you want a reward tonight, you'll come into work today, and before you enter the milking room, you'll read a note I left for you in your locker. Follow the directions, and you'll get a prize--one that rivals the prize I feel watching you right now."

Halia closes her eyes and stares out the window, seeing the mid-morning sun dance over the dairy. "Well, another day... another game. Guess I'll play it, mistress."

Rhannah arrives at her milking station, waving to some of the other gals as she slides into her seat. In particular, she keeps an eye on the young Beth Kline, who has been acclimating to her position. However, the addition of Halia to the staff seems to make the young milker a bit nervous. Hopefully, this newest game would help to break the ice for her.

The first round of snacks is scheduled to be brought out soon. It is a nice treat to help keep the women energized as the precious commodity is extracted from their tits. If it comes late, then the girls would be pretty grumpy during lunch.

But Rhannah has faith it will come in time.

Right at her expected hour, the door to the kitchen opens up. Rhannah glances in the direction, biting her lips and squeezing her planner.

The workers all gasp and chatter among themselves when they see what walks through the door. With her hooves clopping along the floor, Halia's approach is unmistakable. No one, save for the boss lady herself, knew what they would see when she stepped inside.

Halia is as nude as the rest of them, standing tall as she walks to each station, handing small treats to each worker. In the slight chill of the room, her nipples perk up, showing her latent arousal to everyone, but her face doesn't betray such emotions. Instead, she gives everyone a fine 'good morning' and the requisite snack.

"Dear, what are you doing?" Bertha asks, taking the tray from Halia. "You know only us cows need to dress down for this job. We ain't selling horse milk."

Halia gives her a slight smile and moves on to the next in line, Beth. "Oh, it's nothing much. I just thought it was unfair to all you ladies that I got to dress up in a fancy suit while even the boss has to be in the buff." She hands Beth her tray and winks. "How's that? Not so strange now, is it?"

"It's, uh, actually bizarre, but... thank you!" Beth says; the twinkling in the younger cow's eyes does good to keep Halia from wanting to kick the tray across the room in frustration.

"Now, what kind of bet did you lose?" Clara says, taking her tray."

"Who said I'm losing the bet?" Halia retorts."

Clara snorts a laugh at that. "I'll have to see what kind of winnings you're after. I could get in on that action."

Halia's tail twitches. Hopefully, Rhannah wouldn't be getting ideas from the exchange.

Soon enough, Halia approaches Rhannah, standing between the cow and the tray. "Here you go, just as you've ordered, boss."

"I can see that," Rhannah says, taking the snack. "Good job. Don't forget to get your treat later once you're done."

Halia's mouth twitches in the slightest suggestion of validation. "I'll take you up on that offer, boss. Now, will that be all?"

"For now, yes," Rhannah begins, "but the fun is just getting started, Pet."

The moment that the door closes behind Halia, she shoves the tray away and leans against the wall, clutching at her chest, catching her breath. Is she panicking? Now, of all times? Her vision wobbles, and she feels those pains of hers in her phantom limbs--the memories of yesteryears, the bombs, the sisters--!