Continue nursing from the remaining four pregnant girls

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:33 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You move to Daisy's stall where the pregnant cowgirl sits waiting, her heavy breasts visibly straining. The moment you settle beside her, she cups one massive breast and guides it toward your mouth with surprising tenderness.

"There we go," Daisy murmurs as you latch onto her dark nipple. Her milk flows thick and rich—almost buttery in texture, with a warm caramel undertone that coats your tongue. You gulp steadily while she strokes your hair, her breathing deepening as you drain her.

"Fuck, that's heaven," she gasps. "The pressure was killing me."

You work through both her breasts methodically, feeling your energy returning with each swallow. By the time you pull away, Daisy's eyes are half-lidded and her breathing has gone ragged.

"Celeste next," she pants, gesturing to the adjacent stall.

The angel girl practically drags you inside the moment her door opens. Unlike the cowgirls' patient approach, Celeste presses her chest to your face urgently.

"Please," she breathes. "I've been aching since this afternoon."

Her milk comes fast—thin streams that taste impossibly sweet, almost like honey mixed with cream. Celeste moans openly as you nurse, her wings fluttering and her fingers gripping your shoulders almost painfully.

"Oh god, oh fuck yes," she whimpers. "Right there, keep sucking—"

You feel her entire body shudder as you drain her, and when you finally release her nipple she's panting and flushed.

Seraphina's turn comes next. The patient angel girl welcomes you into her stall with gentle hands, cradling you against her chest.

"Take your time," she whispers as you latch on. Her milk tastes similar to Celeste's but milder, with a subtle floral note. She sighs contentedly as you drain her, one hand stroking your back in soothing circles.

Finally, you crawl to Kitsune's stall. The foxgirl wraps all three tails around you protectively before presenting her breasts.

"Last one," she purrs. "Make it count, little breeder."

Her milk has an exotic spiced quality—warm cinnamon and something vaguely nutty. You drain both breasts while her tails squeeze you gently, and by the time you finish you're completely sated and alert.

"There," Kitsune says with satisfaction. "Fully stabilized."

You sit back, wiping milk from your lips. All six pregnant girls are watching you with expressions of relief and something deeper—affection mixed with arousal.

"We're all so wound up," Amber admits suddenly, her tail twitching. "Being pregnant makes everything so sensitive. When you were nursing, it felt... really good."

"Too good," Daisy agrees, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm actually throbbing right now."

Bessie clears her throat. "Maybe we could help each other? Just until we can sleep?"

The other girls exchange glances, and you see hunger sparking between them.

"ARIA," Seraphina calls out. "Can we... interact with each other? Physically?"

"Stall barriers can be removed," the AI responds. "Though I'm surprised Lily's oral talents weren't sufficient to satisfy you."

"They satisfied one need," Celeste says bluntly. "But created another."