Continue following ARIA's optimized feeding route efficiently through all harpy stalls

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 7:34 AM on Tuesday, April 16th, 2024 (Day 2 of 7).

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You work your way through the harpy section with methodical efficiency, ARIA's holographic route highlighting each stall in sequence. The harpies are quick eaters—seed mixtures disappearing in minutes as taloned feet grip feeding troughs and sharp beaks make short work of their portions.

Meadow is in stall 23, her iridescent blue-green feathers catching the morning light as you approach. Her body is noticeably rounder than the other harpies—three days from laying, according to ARIA's information.

"Double calcium," ARIA's voice crackles from the nearest speaker, her tone still sullen. "The yellow supplement powder. Don't skimp."

You measure out the doubled portion carefully, mixing it into Meadow's seed blend before filling her trough. She watches you with keen amber eyes, her lightweight frame shifting on taloned feet.

"You're new," she chirps, tilting her head with that distinctive bird-like curiosity. "The AI said someone inherited the farm. You're smaller than I expected."

"I'm Lily," you say, moving to the next stall where another harpy—this one with russet-brown feathers—waits impatiently.

"I'm Meadow," she calls after you. "Thanks for the extra calcium. My eggs always come out stronger when the ratios are right."

You finish the harpy section within fifteen minutes—twelve birds total, all fed and satisfied. The catgirl section comes next, and that's where things start to shift.

The first catgirl you approach—a sleek black-furred beauty with golden eyes and a long tail that curls suggestively—watches you wheel the cart toward her stall with obvious interest. Her ears perk forward as her gaze travels slowly down your body, lingering on the way your uniform's crop top frames your small breasts.

"Well, well," she purrs, her voice dropping into a lower register. "Look at you in that little outfit. The AI wasn't lying when she said the new manager was... accessible."

You fill her feeding trough with kibble blend A, trying to ignore the way her tail flicks through the stall bars to brush against your exposed thigh. The touch is deliberate, teasing—the soft fur trailing across your skin just below the hem of your impossibly short shorts.

"I'm just doing morning feeding rounds," you say, stepping back slightly.

"Of course you are." Her golden eyes gleam with amusement. "But that uniform your parents designed? It's practically begging to be touched. Every access point clearly marked. Very... practical."

She reaches through the bars as you turn away, her clawed fingers catching the strap of your halter top and tugging just enough to make the fabric shift against your nipple. You gasp softly, pulling free.

"Breakfast only," you say firmly, moving to the next stall.

But the pattern repeats. A tabby catgirl—not Amber, someone else—trails her tail across your ass as you bend to pour her kibble. A white-furred one with blue eyes catches your wrist when you reach toward her trough, holding your hand just long enough to lick your palm with her rough tongue before releasing you with a knowing smile.

"The futas are talking," she says conversationally. "About yesterday. About how good you were for them. How you swallowed every drop Mira gave you."

Your face burns as you yank your hand back. "That's none of your business."

"Everything on this farm is everyone's business, sweetie." Her tail flicks lazily. "We all know you're walking around with holes that got thoroughly used yesterday. The way you're moving? We can tell."

ARIA's hologram flickers nearby, her geometric patterns pulsing with what might be dark amusement. "Thirteen catgirls down. Keep moving, Lily. You're burning daylight."

You grit your teeth and continue working, but the catgirls' casual touches and suggestive comments follow you through the entire section. By the time you finish and move toward the foxgirl stalls, your skin is flushed and your uniform feels even more revealing than before.

Daily To do list :

Day 2 Schedule (7:57 AM):

- Morning feeding (47 girls) - IN PROGRESS (25/47 complete: all harpies + all catgirls fed; 22 remaining)

- Daily milking (6 pregnant girls) - 9:00 AM sharp, 90 min required (PROMISED)

- Breeding Session 1: Meadow/Talon - 10:00 AM

- Breeding Session 2: Crimson/Inferna - 11:30 AM

- Breeding Session 3: Luna/Sable - 1:00 PM

- Projected profit: $2,700

Day 1 Results:

Daily Target: $1,500

Total Profit: $4,095

Exceeded by: $2,595

Reward Selected: Gangbang Trigger Protocol (trigger word: strawberry)

Trigger used: 3 times this morning

Current Status: Feeding 53% complete; catgirls becoming increasingly forward with sexual touching; 22 girls remaining (estimated 35 min); pregnant girls waiting for promised 9 AM milking

Profit: 4095