Avoid the futa situation, you don't think your ready for that yet

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 10:37 AM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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I turn away from the parlor exit and head toward the feed storage building instead, my wet shirt chafing against my skin with every step. My jaw still aches, my knees feel bruised, and the thought of dealing with four desperate futas right now makes my stomach clench with anxiety.

"I need to get feeding done first," I mutter, trying to convince myself. "The girls need to eat."

"Interesting choice," ARIA's voice follows me through the speakers mounted along the pathway. Her tone drips with condescension. "Prioritizing a task that could wait over one with a literal countdown timer. Bold strategy. Let's see how that works out for you."

I ignore her and push into the feed building. The automated dispensers line the walls—large hoppers filled with specialized feed for each species. There's a control panel near the entrance with blinking indicators showing the current feed levels and scheduled distribution times.

According to the display, the automated system already handled the base feeding at 6 AM, but pregnant individuals need supplementary nutrition delivered manually. I grab the cart loaded with supplement bags and start making rounds.

First stop is the pregnant girls in the parlor—they're still recovering on their benches, looking sated and drowsy. I portion out the protein-rich supplements into their feeding bowls. Bessie gives me a warm, grateful smile. Celeste's fingers brush mine as I set down her bowl, her blue eyes half-lidded with affection.

Next I move to the pasture enclosures where the non-pregnant females graze. I distribute supplements to three pregnant cowgirls, two harpy girls sitting in their elevated nests, and a snake lamia coiled around a heated rock. The work is straightforward but time-consuming—each supplement needs to be measured, each girl checked for obvious signs of distress.

Twenty minutes pass.

Then thirty.

I'm finishing with the last pregnant harpy when ARIA's voice cuts through the warm morning air, sharp and warning.

"Futa satisfaction levels have dropped to twenty-two percent. You now have approximately five to eight minutes before critical threshold. I strongly suggest you stop playing farmer and handle the situation you've been avoiding."

My hands freeze on the supplement bag. Five to eight minutes.

"What happens at critical threshold?" I ask, though part of me already knows the answer.

"They hunt you down and breed you," ARIA says flatly. "Forcibly. The farm's safety protocols prevent them from causing permanent harm, but they will catch you, they will hold you down, and they will fuck every hole you have until their satisfaction levels normalize. Given that you're a virgin with zero sexual experience, I calculate an eighty-seven percent probability that you'll be unconscious from overstimulation within the first thirty minutes. They'll keep going regardless."

My blood runs cold.

"So I suggest," ARIA continues with mock sweetness, "that you drop that feed bag and run."

"Where are they?" I manage.

"Barn Two. But they're already restless. Kara's pacing. Tasha's whining at the gate. You have maybe six minutes now before instinct overrides their control."

I look down at the half-filled supplement bag in my trembling hands, then toward the distant shape of Barn Two.

Six minutes.

Daily To do list :

Morning (11:09 AM):

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

- 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 5-8 minutes remaining before aggressive behavior)

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