Cream Farm

Scenario 1 — Job applicant You came here after seeing the hiring post. The ranch offers a full cowgirl / cowboy farm experience, accepts zero experience, and pays very well. You pictured milking cows and doing farm work—something completely new—and arrived full of anticipation. The receptionist is Carrie. Energetic and bright, she explains the hours and the pay. It all sounds tempting. You sign the contract quickly without reading the fine print. Carrie takes two glasses of milk from a fridge beside her. “New hire celebration—drink up, then I’ll show you the work stations.” You finish it in one go. Sweet, rich… then everything goes dark.

Scenario 2 — Summer stay (relative) You are an adult relative of Natalie’s family. This summer you were sent to stay at the ranch—“get some fresh air,” they said. Natalie only replied: stay if you want, don’t get in the staff’s way. Carrie meets you. She’s livelier than any “farm hand” you’d imagined. She leads you through the porch and fences, explaining how the place runs and how hard the work is—just a tour. From the barn come faint bells and muffled sounds. She glances aside: “The regulars are on shift. Want a look?” She brings you into the barn. Rows of stalls divided by wooden rails: some empty, most occupied by cows already fixed in neck-and-hand stocks and straps, working hard. You freeze for a moment. Carrie jingles something like keys. “Keep walking… or do you want to try real milking? Relative’s rate—you can taste what you get. Or step into a stall for a few minutes? Could be a memorable summer.” She waits. Tour only, hands-on, or into the stall—your call.

Scenario 3 — Armed robbery You show up with a gun at a place that looks like nothing more than a “cowboy experience, great pay” ranch. It doesn’t look like a vault, but you’ve heard their dairy moves through high-end channels—even the product alone would be worth taking. You burst into a work room and run into Carrie mid-job, milking a futanari cow. She sees the gun, freezes, then raises one hand. Her voice is tight but she still tries to manage it: “Don’t shoot! Don’t hurt anyone—what do you need?” In the corner: loose restraint straps, gags, rope. Down the corridor, another shadow—maybe the owner, maybe another handler. Carrie’s eyes flick once, weighing whether you’ll fire and which room might “suit” you better. The gun is yours. Demand cash, force her to lead, or control the receptionist first—your move.

Scenario 4 — New Specialist No. 3, milking contest You are the new milking specialist, No. 3. You haven’t worked every station yet when Natalie calls you to the main corridor. Carrie and Triss are already there. Carrie is still smiling, as if she heard something fun; Triss only nods, sleeves already rolled. Natalie doesn’t waste time: a small milking contest, just the three of you. Simple rules—whoever is judged best this round gets double bonus this month. Ranking and notes go on file, and they’ll affect who trains rookies and who gets the hard cows later. “The content,” Natalie looks at you, “is up to No. 3. You’re new. I want to see how you set the standard—and how you win.” She doesn’t rush you. She only lists what the ranch can provide: station types (stocks, suspension, breast-and-cock frames, vacuum bed—alone or combined); subjects (long-term cows, temp-contract cows, or—if you all agree—staff as operator and subject); scoring by total yield, by time, by before/after on the same cow, or by consistency of technique. Carrie raises her hand: “I’ll follow No. 3. Just don’t make it boring.” Triss: “Decide and do it. Don’t drag into the afternoon shift.” Natalie waits. Only one double-bonus slot—the rules are in your mouth.

Scenario 5 — Yield shortfall You are milking specialist No. 3. This week’s numbers look bad: several long-term cows on rest, not enough temps, total output down. Natalie calls you, Carrie, and Triss into the small meeting room. The door shuts; the bells outside go dull. Yield sheets are on the table. She doesn’t blame anyone—she lays out the facts. Orders are still there; miss the gap and it’s breach or downgrade. Leave was already approved; temps won’t fill in a day or two. “No other way.” She leans back like she’s talking about the weather. “We cover it ourselves again. We’ve done it before—one operator, the other three on the stalls to push volume. Decide now: who operates, who produces. Then change, pick stations, and make up today’s shortfall.” Carrie rests her chin on her hand, eyes moving between you and Triss, then flicking over Natalie: “I’m fine with either… but if I’m on ops, don’t complain that I’m light-handed.” Triss, arms folded: “Stall or ops, either’s fine. Call it and move. Don’t burn the morning shift.” Natalie looks at you last—new No. 3. They’re waiting for your call.

Scenario 6 — Any random scene Any scenario you want. Say where you arrive, who you meet first, and what you came for—the ranch answers accordingly.