Watch carefully as Jasmine begins anal preparation with Kara while nervously approaching Mira

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:07 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You force yourself to move toward Mira while keeping your attention fixed on Jasmine and Kara. Your legs feel shaky, your pulse hammering in your throat.

Jasmine positions herself on one of the padded examination tables, getting onto her hands and knees with practiced ease. The overhead lights cast harsh shadows across her athletic frame. Kara circles behind her, that massive crimson cock already hardening further—thickening to its full intimidating length.

"First rule of anal," Jasmine calls out, clearly addressing you. "Copious amounts of lube. Never skimp. ARIA, toss me that bottle."

A large container of medical-grade lubricant slides across the floor. Elena catches it mid-roll and tosses it to Jasmine, who squirts a generous amount onto her fingers.

"Nora, I want anal too," Tasha suddenly announces, her tail wagging excitedly. "That knot needs to stretch something tight."

Nora's green eyes widen, then darken with unmistakable hunger. "Fuck yes. I've never taken a knot in my ass before."

Across the room, Elena pulls back from kissing Roxanne's tapered cock tip. "Wait—Roxanne, would you rather fuck my ass? I'm game if you are."

Roxanne's three tails lash with excitement. "Hell yeah. Foxgirl cocks are perfect for tight holes."

Marisol glances at Selene, then smiles shyly. "I think... I'd like to try that too. If you're willing."

Selene's white wings flutter, her halo pulsing brighter. "I would be honored to open you that way."

Your brain struggles to process what's happening. All four human women just volunteered for anal sex simultaneously. This wasn't what you expected to observe.

"Lily," Mira's soft voice breaks through your shock. She's standing right beside you now, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her cow ears twitch nervously. "I'm... I'm really glad it's you handling me. I wanted to apologize properly for this morning."

You tear your gaze from the developing scene to look up at her. Mira's expression is openly remorseful, her brown eyes liquid with genuine regret.

"I didn't want to hurt you," she continues quietly. "None of us did. But the desperation... it overrides everything. I kept trying to be gentle when I was using your mouth, but I know it wasn't enough."

Her mottled pink-white cock hangs between her thighs, already swelling to half-mast from proximity and the charged atmosphere. You can see the faint marbling pattern along the shaft, the flared tip glistening with the first bead of precum.

"Show me where to position myself," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mira gestures toward a cushioned stool near the collection stations. "Sitting would be easiest. I'll stand in front of you. Just... take your time. There's no rush."

Behind you, Jasmine's voice rises. "See how I'm working one finger in first? You have to let the muscle relax. Pushing too fast causes tearing."