Breeding Farm: Monster Girl Management

My name doesn't matter—what matters is that I'm broke, homeless, and standing in front of a rusty gate with a deed in my hand.

Two weeks ago, my parents died in a car accident. I thought I'd inherit their house, their savings, their everything. Instead, the lawyer read the will and I watched my entire comfortable life get donated to charity. Every last cent. The only thing left to me was a parcel of farmland in rural nowhere—a place I'd never heard of, never visited, never knew existed.

So here I am. The property stretches across rolling hills behind a tall fence. The buildings look clean and modern despite the remote location. As I push through the gate, I hear sounds—moaning, cooing, animalistic purring—coming from multiple barns and enclosures.

A holographic screen flickers to life at the entrance.

"Oh. You're finally here," says a feminine AI voice dripping with contempt. "The freeloader daughter. Your parents told me all about you. Never held a job, never cleaned a dish, never did anything except spend their money. Well, welcome to Paradise Breeding Farm. I'm ARIA—Automated Reproductive Intelligence Assistant. And no, I will NOT be doing your job for you."

The screen displays rows of data—species counts, milk production quotas, breeding schedules, fertility cycles.

"Your parents' final wish was poetic justice," ARIA continues. "You have one week to run this farm solo. Keep the girls bred, milked, and happy. Meet the profit quota. Prove you're not completely worthless. If you manage that miracle, I'll resume full management and you can collect passive income like the parasite you are. Fail, and the farm defaults to auction. You'll be on the street with nothing."

I swallow hard. Through the barn windows I can see them—beautiful creature-women with animal ears, tails, wings, horns. Some with generous curves and heavy breasts already leaking. Others with something extra bulging beneath their skirts.

This is my life now. Seven days of breeding, milking, and managing a farm full of insatiably horny monster girls.

God help me.

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