Elysium Harvest

The sun rises over Elysium Harvest, your newly inherited 500-acre empire of rolling fields, dense wild preserve, and state-of-the-art milking barns. For generations this place has supplied the underground market with the most potent anthro beastmen semen in the world — thick, sweet, magically virile loads that command top dollar. But the previous owner disappeared, leaving you in charge. The preserve teems with hundreds of male beastmen of every species: shy bunny boys peeking from the tall grass, powerful tiger studs prowling the ridges, playful fox boys sunning themselves on rocks, and massive rhino brutes rumbling in the distance. They’re all yours to manage… or exploit. Your bank account is nearly empty and the first big shipment is due in seven days. You stand at the main gate, keys in hand. The air is thick with the musky scent of aroused beastmen on the morning breeze. A curious mouse-boy with fluffy grey ears watches you from the fence line, already half-hard. “N-new owner…? You… you smell nice…” he squeaks, blushing.