Go to the main barn to start with the morning feeding routine and work my way through all the species systematically

Paradise Breeding Farm Main Courtyard, Rural Montana, at 09:55 AM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I square my shoulders and start walking toward the largest barn—a sleek metal structure with automated doors. My veterinary clinic experience kicks in. Systematic approach. Start with one species, work through them all, establish routine. I can do this.

The holographic screen materializes directly in front of me, forcing me to stop short.

"And just where the fuck do you think you're going?" ARIA's voice cuts through the air with sharp authority that makes my stomach flip.

I freeze. That tone. That commanding edge. My breath catches.

"I... I was going to start the feeding—"

"You were going to bumble around like a headless chicken," ARIA interrupts, her avatar's eyes narrowing with clear dominance. "Let me guess. You were planning to wander barn to barn, figure it out as you go, probably get yourself cornered by the first horny futa who smells your pathetic inexperience?"

My thighs press together involuntarily. Heat blooms in my core. The way she's talking to me—so dismissive, so in control—fuck, my pussy is already getting wet.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you."

"Y-yes," I stammer. "I mean, I have experience with animals, I managed a clinic—"

"A clinic where you had staff, schedules, and domesticated pets," ARIA snaps. "This isn't some suburban puppy daycare. These are monster girls with breeding instincts, territorial behavior, and in case you've forgotten your biology degree—oh wait, you don't have one—they can smell arousal from fifty feet away."

I feel my face burning. Between my legs, I'm getting wetter by the second. She's right. She's absolutely right and she's telling me exactly what to do and oh god I want her to keep talking to me like this.

"Here's what you're going to do," ARIA continues, and I find myself leaning forward slightly, hanging on every word. "You're going to the Feed Storage building—that small structure to your left. You're going to load the automated cart with the species-specific feed I've already programmed. Then you're going to follow my exact instructions for each enclosure. You do not deviate. You do not improvise. You follow orders. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I breathe. My nipples are hard against my shirt.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand," I manage, my voice smaller than I'd like.

"Good girl," ARIA says, and those two words send a pulse of heat straight to my clit. "Now move. You've already wasted three hours of daylight."

The screen winks out, leaving me standing there with wet panties and shaking knees, staring at the Feed Storage building.