Obey Clover's command and step closer, allowing her to touch and scent me

Cowgirl Barn, Building Seven, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 11:05 AM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I step forward before I can second-guess myself, closing the distance between us until I'm within arm's reach of Clover's stall. Her hand extends through the bars and I feel the heat of her palm before she even touches me.

Her fingers brush against my neck first, trailing down to my collarbone with surprising gentleness. Then she leans forward, her nose nearly touching my skin, and inhales deeply.

"Fuck," Clover breathes, her voice going husky. "You absolutely reek of catgirl heat. Misty and Dahlia really worked you over, didn't they? And underneath that... mmm, your own scent. So fucking fertile. So ready to be bred."

Her hand slides lower, cupping my breast through my shirt. I gasp, my nipples immediately hardening under her palm. She squeezes gently, testing the weight, and a low moan rumbles in her chest.

"Perfect tits," she murmurs. "Not as big as ours, but sensitive. I can tell." Her thumb brushes across my nipple and I bite my lip to stifle a whimper. "Yeah, very sensitive."

Behind me, I hear Buttercup moaning louder, the sound desperate and pleading.

"Please, Clover," the blonde cowgirl whimpers. "I can't... I need..."

Clover's eyes never leave mine as she calls back, "I know, sweetheart. Just hold on a little longer."

Her hand slides from my breast down to my hip, her fingers digging in possessively. "Here's what's going to happen," she says, her voice taking on that commanding tone that makes my knees weak. "Buttercup is in heat and she's losing her mind. I'm going to breed her properly this afternoon during breeding time, but right now she needs relief or she'll hurt herself."

My breath catches as her hand moves to the waistband of my jeans, her fingers toying with the button.

"You're going to go to her stall," Clover continues, "and you're going to help her cum. Use your fingers, your mouth, whatever it takes. Make her squirt all over your pretty face. Get her calm enough that she can function for the next few hours. Can you do that for me?"

It's not really a question. The way she's looking at me—the absolute certainty in her amber eyes—makes it clear this is a command.

"Yes," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

"Yes what?" Clover prompts, her thumb stroking my hip through the denim.

"Yes, I'll help Buttercup cum," I say, louder this time, feeling heat flood my cheeks.

"Good girl." Clover releases me and steps back, her massive cock now fully erect and leaking pre-cum down the shaft. "And Cassandra? When you come back here tonight for futa satisfaction, you're mine second. Right after Raven gets her turn. I'm going to stretch that tight little pussy so wide you'll feel me for days. Now go take care of Buttercup."

She gestures toward the stall three down from hers where Buttercup is pressed against the bars, her hand frantically working between her legs, milk streaming from her engorged nipples.

"And Cassandra?" Clover adds as I turn to go. "Leave the stall door open. I want to watch."