Thank Clover for the instruction and quickly finish distributing the remaining cowgirl feed before moving on

Cowgirl Barn, Building Seven, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 11:37 AM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling Clover's thick cum coating my lips and chin. "Thank you for the instruction," I manage, my voice rough from having her cock shoved down my throat.

Clover leans against the bars of her stall, her softening cock still visible, a satisfied smirk on her face. "You're welcome, new girl. Now get moving before ARIA sends someone to drag you out of here."

I push myself to my feet on shaky legs, acutely aware of how thoroughly drenched I am—my shirt plastered to my breasts, completely transparent, showing my hardened nipples clearly. Thick streaks of Clover's seed run down my chest, mixing with the dried patches of Buttercup's milk and ejaculate. The smell is overwhelming: fertile cowgirl arousal, fresh cum, heat pheromones.

I return to the cart and grab the feed scoop with trembling hands, forcing myself to focus on the remaining stalls. Three more cowgirls need feeding. I move quickly now, scooping the calcium-enriched blend into each trough with mechanical efficiency.

Stall thirteen—a shy brunette who keeps her eyes averted but I can see her nostrils flare as I approach, clearly scenting the mixture of fluids coating me.

Stall fourteen—another cowgirl with honey-colored hair who reaches through the bars as I pour her feed. "You smell incredible," she murmurs. "Like breeding season. Are you coming back tonight?"

"Yes," I answer automatically, not meeting her eyes.

Stall fifteen—the last one. A massive cowgirl, nearly as tall as Clover, with deep brown skin and impressive muscle definition beneath her soft curves. She watches me with intelligent dark eyes as I complete her feeding.

"You're doing good work," she says quietly. "Buttercup needed that. Clover can be... demanding, but she takes care of us. Don't worry too much about tonight."

The unexpected kindness makes my throat tight. "Thank you," I whisper.

ARIA's screen materializes beside the empty cart as I finish.

"Nineteen minutes to feed fifteen cowgirls, provide emergency orgasm relief to one in heat, and suck off the alpha futa," the AI announces, her tone dripping with condescension. "I'm honestly shocked you managed to stay on task. Though you look like you've been gangbanged in a dairy barn—which I suppose isn't far from the truth."

I don't respond, just stand there waiting for instructions, my clothes clinging obscenely to my body.

"Next stop: Harpy Aviary, building four with the blue stripe," ARIA continues. "Load container H-2. And Cassandra? The harpies can smell arousal from a hundred yards away. You're going to walk in there absolutely reeking of sex and submission. Try not to get mounted before you finish feeding them."

Daily To do list :

Morning Feeding (IN PROGRESS - Catgirls fed, Cowgirls fed, still need: Harpies, Angels, Demons, Foxgirls, Snakes, Doggirls)

Check Fertility Cycles & Assign Breeding Pairs

Breeding Supervision (Midday)

Afternoon Milking (Pregnant Girls & Futas)

Evening Futa Satisfaction

URGENT: 5 girls currently in heat need immediate attention (2 catgirls, 1 harpy, 1 angel, 1 foxgirl) - Buttercup temporarily relieved

WARNING: Demon futas (especially Sasha) are dangerously undersatisfied

NOTE: Promised Raven (1st) and Clover (2nd) to return tonight for futa satisfaction

Profit: 0