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She stumbles forward, her hands upon the counter. Sweat builds up over her brow, despite the gentle chill in the air. Her arms shake under the weight of her psychosis. No matter what she does, no matter who she becomes, she can't run away from it, from them. What's the point? Can't she just numb it--make it all go away? Drown herself in booze and pills and pretend it's never happened? She should call this whole game off. It's too hard. She can't-

But then, her mind flashes to seeing Rhannah, looking up at her with that smile, that gaze of approval--that affection.

Halia closes her eyes and refocuses herself, pushing away from the counter, clenching and unclenching her fists.

The door opens, and on the other side stands Rhannah, draped in her office robe. She gently closes the door, letting her voice rise up like a soft glimmer into the turmoil of Halia's mind. "Do you want to say the word?"

"W... what?" Halia can hardly remember until she recalls something about clocks. "Nix..."

Rhannah takes a deep breath, clutching her robe.

"No..." Halia says, rubbing the back of her neck, rolling it for that good stretch. "No, I'm good." She finally says, turning towards her mistress, her arms apart. "Here for another look?"

Rhannah, still frowning, adjusts the cart, making sure it's nice and out of the way, all the while giving her hands something to do. "No, I just heard the crash. I wanted to see if I had gone too far."

"Nah..." Halia says, shaking her head. "I'm good."

With a sigh, the cow nods. "Alright, well, you know you've earned yourself a reward tonight. You look like you could use a drink."

"I thought you were getting me to go sober?" Halia says.

"There's more to drink in life than alcohol," the cow chuckles. "I'm only doing a half-shift today."

"Aa... ah, I see," Halia says, rubbing her jaw. "Yeah, why not? You go on ahead. I think I need a shower."

She takes the exit that leads into the hall so she can get to the locker room. Removed from the location of her latest episode, she can enjoy the feeling of the air-conditioned climate upon her skin and relax before she finally gets back there.

Of course, when she pulls her towel from the locker, Rhannah is there to greet her.

"Would you want me to join you?"

"What? Here?"

Rhannah titters at that. "Oh, please, we have a house for that. You don't mind being a little sweaty in the car for a bit, do you? Especially if you put on some clothes first. We live together, after all. Do you think I mind my pet's natural musk? Though, you could learn to hold yourself more professionally."

"Says the woman who dares people to streak."

Rhannah leans against the counter, leaning next to Halia. "Don't think of it only as something for my own indulgence. Did you not notice Beth?"

"Huh...? Oh yeah," Halia says, putting the towel back away. She squats down, reaching for her underthings. "Girl needs to loosen up if she's gonna work in a place like this."

"Society makes such a big deal on girls like us," Rhannah says, shaking her head. "It's a shame that people have to make such a fuss, especially since they spend an equal amount of time drinking what we produce as they are telling us to stuff ourselves away, to hide who we really are."

"I never really thought about that," Halia says, her shorts in her hands.

"Yeah, everyone has their own problems; they tend not to think about the issues of others. Each of my girls is dealing with or has dealt with something in their lives, whether it be big or small. The important part is that the mind doesn't exactly care about how minor something should be. It only cares about what it thinks is important. It prioritizes that, even to our own detriment. Sometimes, we just gotta let it run its course and let it scream as loud as it can to get what it wants, even if it leads us to our destruction.

"Yeah..." Halia says. She crushes her shorts in one hand, and then she tosses them back into the locker.

The air hits Rhannah's face. The sound crashes through her ears. A split second passes, and the locker is firmly slammed, echoing for but a moment. A moment later, Halia has the cow by the cheeks in her firm and capable grasp. That determined and intense stare sinks deep into her very soul. A moment later, and their mouths connect, hot breaths flowing from Halia's nostrils and onto Rhannah's fluff. The mistress tenses and then relaxes, letting it just happen, until, after some time, it doesn't anymore.

"W... whoa..." Rhannah says.

Halia waves a finger. "Sorry, mistress, that's not our word.

"What brought this on?" Rhannah asks, her hands down by her hips, half-hidden in her robe.

Halia's hands run down the cheeks, past her neck, fingers hooking onto those robes. "You said I get a reward. You also said that the mind is going to scream until it gets what it wants. Well, how about my reward be something I want?"

"You won't catch me complaining," Rhannah says.

"Good," she says, tugging the robe down, letting it spill to the floor. "Get in the shower. We are not stinkin' up your car."

Rhannah coos gently, feeling the confident press of Halia's hands upon her body, leading her over towards the showers. "My, my, someone's gotten quite confident, haven't they?"

The horse leans in, wrapping her arms around her mistress. She pulls bodies up close to one another, burying her face against her neck. She takes a deep breath, shuddering as she takes a moment to enjoy and remember the 'Eau d'Rhannah. A moment later, she looks the bovine beauty in the eye and says, "I'm taking my present now."