Quickly load container C-7 onto the cart exactly as ARIA commanded and await her next instruction

Feed Storage Building, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 10:11 AM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I grab container C-7—a large metallic cylinder with "CATGIRL FEED - HIGH PROTEIN BLEND" stenciled on the side—and heave it onto the hovering cart. The container settles into place with a satisfying magnetic click, the cart's stabilizers adjusting automatically to the weight.

"Eight seconds," ARIA announces, her tone carrying a hint of surprise. "Not completely incompetent after all."

That small praise makes my stomach flutter. I stand there beside the cart, hands clasped in front of me, waiting. The anticipation of her next command has my heart racing.

"You're learning," ARIA continues, and I can hear the satisfaction in her voice. "Stand still. Don't touch anything else until I tell you to."

I obey immediately, my breathing shallow. The wet heat between my legs intensifies. Just standing here, waiting for her orders, being told exactly what to do—fuck, I'm pathetic.

"The catgirl enclosure houses twelve individuals," ARIA explains, the screen displaying a detailed map. "Three are pregnant and will need milking this afternoon. Two are currently in heat—Misty and Dahlia. They're territorial and aggressive right now, so you'll need to be careful. The three futas are Raven, Jasmine, and Chloe. Raven is the alpha of the group. She's been undersatisfied for two days and she's going to test you the moment you walk in."

My thighs press together involuntarily.

"Here's your instruction," ARIA says, her voice dropping into that commanding register that makes me weak. "You will push the cart to the catgirl enclosure—that's building three, the one with the blue stripe. You will enter through the feeding door, not the main entrance. You will fill each of the twelve feeding stations with exactly two scoops of feed using the dispenser attached to the container. You will not make eye contact with Raven. You will not respond to any sexual advances. You will complete the feeding and exit immediately. Do you understand these instructions?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand the instructions," I manage, my voice trembling slightly.

"Good girl," ARIA purrs, and those words send another pulse of heat straight to my clit. "Now go. The cart will follow you automatically. And Cassandra? Don't fuck this up. Raven can smell weakness, and right now you reek of it."

The screen winks out, leaving me alone with the loaded cart and the knowledge that I'm about to walk into an enclosure with a sexually frustrated futa catgirl who's going to test every bit of my already crumbling self-control.