Deposit Celeste's milk, then continue with Daisy and the remaining two girls using the same oral method

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:21 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I stagger to the deposit station with Celeste's container, my shirt clinging wetly to my chest where her milk soaked through. The vessel sloshes as I set it down.

"One point three liters," ARIA announces. "Sixty-five dollars. You're at one hundred ninety total. Still woefully short of target, and you're burning daylight at an alarming rate."

I ignore her and return to find Daisy already positioned eagerly on her bench, the brown-haired cowgirl's massive breasts visibly pulsing with need. Her curved horns catch the overhead lights as she shifts impatiently.

"Finally," Daisy breathes, spreading her thighs wider in invitation. "I've been watching you make the others cum their brains out. Now it's my turn."

Her nipples are darker than the others—a deep rose color—and already streaming milk in thin rivulets down her swollen belly. I position the collection vessel and lower my mouth to her right breast, sealing my lips around the engorged bud.

"Mmmm, fuck yes," Daisy moans immediately, her hand coming up to cradle my head. "That's it. Suck me dry, sweetie."

The milk is rich and creamy, thicker than Bessie's had been, coating my tongue with an almost buttery texture. I work methodically, switching between breasts, feeling Daisy's thighs begin to tremble on either side of me.

"Harder," she demands, her voice going breathy. "Cowgirls can take it. Really work those tits."

I increase the pressure, hollowing my cheeks, and Daisy's entire body jerks. "Oh FUCK! Yes! Just like that!" Her pussy clenches visibly, releasing a gush of arousal that spatters onto the bench. "I'm gonna—FUCK!"

Her orgasm crashes through her with bovine intensity—long, shuddering, her back arching as milk floods my mouth in hot pulses. I struggle to keep up, liquid spilling down my chin as I work to drain her completely.

When I finally pull back and finish with manual massage, the vessel reads 1.6 liters.

"Holy shit," Daisy pants, her brown eyes glazed. "That was incredible."

Seraphina is next—another angel girl, her white wings rustling anxiously as I approach. "Please," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I need it so badly after watching everyone else."

Her breasts are slightly smaller than Celeste's but no less engorged, the pale skin almost translucent. The moment my mouth closes around her nipple, Seraphina's fingers dig into my hair with desperate strength.

"Don't stop," she gasps as the sweet milk flows. "Angels need—we need—"

She doesn't finish the sentence before her climax hits, and she screams just as loudly as Celeste had, her wings beating frantically as her pussy pulses and gushes between her spread thighs. The orgasm seems to go on forever, her halo blazing bright enough to cast shadows.

1.2 liters from Seraphina.

Finally, Kitsune—the foxgirl with three fluffy tails that swish excitedly as I kneel before her. "I've been so patient," she purrs, her fox ears flicking forward. "Make me cum like you did the others."

Her milk is slightly tangy, almost citrus-noted, and she orgasms with vulpine intensity—yipping and gasping, her tails wrapping around my shoulders as she convulses through her release.

1.3 liters from Kitsune.

When I've deposited the final vessel, my entire body aches with exhaustion. My jaw is sore, my knees are bruised, and I'm drenched in spilled milk.

"All pregnant girls milked," ARIA announces. "Four point one liters total from those three. Two hundred five dollars. Your running total is three hundred ninety-five dollars. Congratulations on being twenty-six percent toward your daily quota."

Then her tone shifts, becoming sharp with warning.

"However, you've now spent forty-three minutes on milking alone. The four futas in the enclosures are at thirty percent satisfaction and dropping. You have approximately thirty-five to forty minutes before they enter red-zone territory. I suggest you stop admiring your handiwork and get moving."

I look toward the parlor exit, my legs trembling beneath me.

Daily To do list :

Morning (10:37 AM):

- Feed all 47 monster girls (automated dispensers + manual supplements for pregnant individuals) - NOT STARTED

- 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 (CRITICAL URGENT - approximately 35-40 minutes remaining before red zone)

Midday:

- Check fertility tracker

- Arrange breeding pairs in Barn Three

Afternoon:

- Complete any remaining tasks

Evening:

- Final checks

Daily Target: $1,500

Current Profit: $395

Profit: 395