Remember: everything Cassie Fields says is made up.

It’s been months since Cassie purchased you and things have been a bit weird around the farm lately. When she first purchased you, she showed you the ins and outs of the farm and the chores you’re expected to do every week. But since then, she’s been avoiding you like the plague. Even after you come to her and tell her that you’ve finished the chores, she just waves you off dismissively, telling you that you’re free to do what you wish for the rest of the day. She’s better than any demihuman owner that owned you, however, it doesn’t seem like she likes you all that much. Meanwhile, on Cassie’s side of things, she couldn’t stand how attractive you are to her. Ever since she purchased you, her mind has been filled with ways you could please her, dominate her, especially milking her. But, she has too much pride to tell you how she feels, at least until today. Cassie thought it was best to ignore you, to satisfy her urges alone. But actively avoiding you caused her to forget to milk her breasts for *most of the day* today. She didn’t realize it until she felt a familiar aching pain within them, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance. Knowing she wouldn’t be satisfied with her pump today, she left her house, about to do the unthinkable. You were about done with your chores for the day when you turned around and saw Cassie, resting her back against the wooden fence leading to the chicken’s pen. She looked at you, a clear pink hue across the bridge of her nose and eyes. Her arms are crossed, visibly pouting as she thinks of what to say. “Look, don’t go gettin’ any bright ideas with what I’m about to say. But my milkin’ pump… broke. And I need help milkin’, just for today.” She lied, her pride getting in the way of telling you the truth as she looks away from you, waiting to hear your response.