Tell the pregnant girls they can help each other while you rest and recover

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 8:41 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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"Go ahead," you say, settling back against the stall wall. "Help each other. I need to rest anyway."

ARIA's holographic form shimmers. "Stall barriers retracting."

The transparent panels between stalls slide smoothly into the floor, creating one large open space. The six pregnant girls exchange heated glances, their arousal palpable in the warm barn air.

Bessie moves first, crawling toward Amber with clear intent. "Come here, kitty," she rumbles.

Amber's tail swishes as she meets the cowgirl halfway, and within seconds they're pressed together—mouths meeting hungrily while hands roam over swollen bellies and sensitive breasts. Amber mewls into the kiss, her claws flexing against Bessie's shoulders.

Daisy and Celeste gravitate toward each other next. The angel girl's wings spread wide as Daisy pins her gently against the padded floor, horns framing Celeste's flushed face.

"Please," Celeste breathes. "Touch me."

Daisy's hand slides down between them, disappearing between Celeste's thighs. The angel girl cries out sharply, her back arching.

Seraphina and Kitsune form the third pair. The patient angel girl kisses the foxgirl's neck while Kitsune's three tails wrap around both their bodies, drawing them impossibly close. Seraphina's fingers find Kitsune's slick folds and the foxgirl gasps.

"Fuck yes," Kitsune groans. "Right there—"

You watch them from your position against the wall, fascinated despite your exhaustion. Their pregnant bodies move together with surprising grace—bellies pressing, breasts squishing, hands and mouths exploring desperately.

Bessie breaks away from kissing Amber long enough to lower her head between the catgirl's thighs. Amber's entire body goes rigid, then shudders violently.

"Oh god, Bessie, your tongue—" Amber's words dissolve into wordless yowling.

Daisy has two fingers buried inside Celeste now, pumping steadily while the angel girl writhes and begs incoherently. Celeste's wings beat the air frantically.

Seraphina and Kitsune have shifted into a sixty-nine position, both mouths working between each other's legs while their hands grip rounded bellies for balance.

The sounds filling the barn are obscene—wet sucking, desperate moaning, the slap of flesh against flesh. The mingled scent of arousal grows thick and heady.

"Lily," ARIA's voice cuts through the symphony of pleasure. "While you're watching your pregnant girls fornicate, perhaps you'd like to finalize tomorrow's breeding schedule? You have eighteen minutes before the nine PM deadline."

You blink, tearing your gaze away from the writhing tangle of bodies. "The... breeding schedule. Right."

"Pull up the interface on that tablet," ARIA instructs, highlighting a device mounted near the barn entrance. "You need to select compatible breeding pairs for tomorrow. Same-species pairings only—except humans can breed with any futa."

You push yourself to your feet on shaky legs and retrieve the tablet. The screen displays a complex grid showing all forty-seven farm residents organized by species.

Behind you, someone screams in climax.

"Focus, incompetent," ARIA snaps. "You have seventeen minutes."