Ask ARIA for a summary of Day 2's schedule before bed

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:22 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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You follow the group toward the residential quarters, your legs still shaky from everything that's happened tonight. As the others peel off toward the communal showers, you pause in the hallway.

"ARIA," you call out softly. "Can you give me a summary of Day Two's schedule before I sleep?"

ARIA's holographic form materializes beside you, geometric blue patterns shifting with what might be amusement. "How responsible of you, Lily. Trying to pretend you have any idea what you're doing."

"Just... please," you murmur, too exhausted to rise to the bait.

"Fine." ARIA's tone remains condescending but she complies. "Seven AM wake-up. Morning feeding for all forty-seven girls—standard kibble distribution, water refills, basic health checks. Should take you ninety minutes if you don't fuck it up."

You swallow hard, making mental notes.

"Nine AM," ARIA continues. "Your six pregnant girls will be waiting for their morning milking. Bessie, Amber, Celeste, Daisy, Seraphina, and Kitsune. They'll expect the same treatment you gave them this morning—direct oral stimulation, extended nursing sessions. Budget ninety minutes minimum. Possibly longer if they're particularly engorged."

Your pussy clenches involuntarily at the memory of warm milk flooding your mouth, of soft hands cradling your head while you suckled.

"Ten AM sharp," ARIA says. "Breeding Session One. Meadow and Talon—harpy pairing. You'll need to facilitate their mating in the breeding chamber. Projected profit: eight hundred to nine hundred dollars depending on offspring quality."

"Eleven-thirty AM. Breeding Session Two. Crimson and Inferna—demon futa pairing. High aggression potential. Keep your distance unless you want to get caught in the crossfire. Projected profit: nine hundred to one thousand dollars."

"One PM. Breeding Session Three. Luna and Sable—foxgirl pairing. Relatively straightforward. Projected profit: eight hundred to nine hundred dollars."

ARIA pauses, her geometric form pulsing. "Total projected Day Two profit: twenty-seven hundred dollars. Well above your fifteen hundred daily minimum. Futa satisfaction levels should remain stable through tomorrow evening thanks to tonight's... activities." Her tone drips with mockery on the last word.

You nod slowly, trying to commit everything to memory. "And after the breeding sessions?"

"Evening checks. Feeding. Standard care protocols." ARIA's form flickers. "You might actually survive Day Two, Lily. Try not to disappoint me."

She vanishes, leaving you alone in the dimly lit hallway.

You make your way to your assigned quarters—a small private room with a single bed, a dresser, and a tiny attached bathroom. The door clicks shut behind you and you finally allow yourself to breathe.

Your entire body aches. Your jaw is sore from Mira's cock. Your throat burns. Your pussy throbs with unfulfilled arousal that's been building all evening.

You strip off your clothes mechanically, leaving them in a heap on the floor. When you catch sight of yourself in the bathroom mirror, you barely recognize the girl staring back. Your mousy brown hair is disheveled. Your glasses sit crooked on your nose. Your small breasts are flushed, nipples hard and sensitive. And between your thighs... your pussy is absolutely soaked, glistening with arousal that's been ignored for hours.

You slide into bed, intending to sleep.

But your hand drifts downward almost of its own accord.