Accept what's coming and walk outside to meet them rather than making them hunt you down

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 11:13 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I push open the feed building door and step out into the bright midday sun, my legs trembling but my decision made. Running would be pointless. Hiding would only delay the inevitable. At least this way I can face what's coming on my feet instead of being dragged out from under some table.

The four figures are closer now—maybe fifty yards away and closing fast. I can make out details: Kara in the lead, her crimson skin gleaming, massive curved horns catching the light, her demon tail lashing behind her. Behind her comes Tasha, the dog girl's floppy ears pinned back, tongue lolling, running on all fours with frightening speed. Selene's white wings beat powerfully as she half-runs, half-glides, her halo pulsing with aggressive light. And Mira, the cowgirl, brings up the rear—her massive breasts bouncing with each stride, her expression torn between desperate need and visible guilt.

I force myself to stand still as they close the distance. Thirty yards. Twenty. Ten.

Kara reaches me first, skidding to a halt inches away. She's breathing hard, her yellow eyes wild and unfocused. Between her powerful thighs, her demon cock juts obscenely—easily nine inches long, thick as my wrist, the dark red shaft pulsing with visible veins. Clear precum already drips from the flared tip.

"You..." Kara's voice comes out as a guttural growl. "You fucking ignored us. Left us suffering while you played with those pregnant cunts."

"I'm sorry," I manage, my voice barely a whisper. "I didn't know how to—"

"Shut up." Tasha circles around behind me, her smaller but equally hard cock bobbing as she moves. The dog girl's shaft has a pronounced knot at the base, and she's panting heavily, saliva dripping from her fangs. "No more excuses. You're ours now."

Selene lands beside me, her angel wings spreading wide in a territorial display. Despite her ethereal beauty, her expression is purely predatory. Her cock is slightly smaller than Kara's but no less intimidating—pale and perfect, already glistening with arousal.

"We need you," Selene breathes, her voice strained. "Our bodies are screaming for relief. You're going to give it to us."

Mira approaches last, and I can see the conflict on her face—her bovine features twisted with shame and desperate hunger. Her massive cock hangs heavy between her thighs, easily matching Kara's in size, the shaft mottled pink and white.

"I tried to wait," Mira whispers. "I really did. But you took too long, and now... now I can't stop it."

"Well well well," ARIA's voice emanates from the nearest speaker, dripping with dark amusement. "Look who finally decided to face the music. For the record, Lily, your complete incompetence at time management has resulted in exactly what I predicted. These four are going to fuck you senseless for the next several hours. Try not to break."

Kara's hand shoots out, gripping my shoulder with bruising strength. "Strip. Now."

Daily To do list :

Morning (11:17 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - COMPLETE

- Milk 6 pregnant girls in Milking Parlor - COMPLETE (Bessie 1.4L/$70, Amber 1.1L/$55, Celeste 1.3L/$65, Daisy 1.6L/$80, Seraphina 1.2L/$60, Kitsune 1.3L/$65)

- Drain 4 futas before satisfaction drops to red zone - FAILED (Critical threshold reached, aggressive breeding protocol activated)

Midday:

- [BEING FORCIBLY BRED BY FOUR FUTAS]

Daily Target: $1,500

Current Profit: $395

Profit: 395