The family upstairs had chosen that moment to begin what sounded like a good old-fashioned, barn-stomping square dance, reminding her that the roof over her head wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, which made the fact that she struggled to pay her rent even more galling. The fox-like woman’s beaming, sharp-edged smile froze, her glinting canines transformed into something sinister and vaguely threatening as Violet tapped the laptop, pausing the video for the third time that morning.She’d not yet made it past the introduction today, needing to repeatedly remind herself to breathe and stay upright and that she was home, so bolting out into the hallway and making a break for the elevator would make little sense, particularly if she wanted to avoid the uncomfortable scenario of her elderly neighbors hearing the sound of the video coming from her apartment and discovering what she was watching.

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Morning Glory Milking Farm is exactly what you expect it to be but it’s far sweeter in execution than you would probably expect. There really isn’t anything creepy about this, which might surprise some who aren’t familiar with this growing sub-genre of romance. A lot of monster/alien/non-human romances play around with those intrinsically taboo notions. They delve into the darkness of their own concepts and the implied ideas of power dynamics. We’re not short of alpha monster stories where dainty damsels are flung over a furry/scaly shoulder and taken roughly. It’s an appealing fantasy for many. But there’s also the parallel version where the monsters are the antithesis of that image. They’re just big sweetie pies. That’s where Morning Glory Milking Farm falls. Its minotaur hero Rourke is a total darling. He’s kind, considerate, and totally devoid of a controlling streak. He doesn’t even mind that his new girlfriend wanks off other minotaurs for a living!Morning Glory Farm offers full-time hours, full benefits, and generous pay with no experience needed . . . there's only one catch. The clientele is Grade A certified prime beef, with the manly, meaty endowments to match. Hands-on work with minotaurs isn't something Violet ever considered as a career option, but she's determined to turn the opportunity into a reversal of fortune. The interview process had been simple and straightforward: an online portal to apply, followed by a video call, during which she’d been asked about her work history and organizational skills. She’d been invited to visit the facility for the “final step in the process,” traveling to Cambric Creek, a neighboring suburb that boasted a multi-species population—a longer commute than she’d been hoping for, but as the GPS led her through the suburb’s quaint downtown, past shops and restaurants until housing developments gave way to agriculture and industrial parkways, she reminded herself of the full benefits offered. Before she knew it, she was turning into a long, circular driveway, parking in front of a building with the outer facade of a great red barn, praying this might be the break she needed. Pumpkin, daddy and I have been talking . . . now, I know you’re going to say no, but please just think about it, okay? We think you ought to consider coming home while you’re looking for work.” She’d practically been able to hear her mother raising a hand to hold off any protestations, could imagine it easily. “If you think you’d feel too crowded in the house now that Aunt Gracie is with us, we can clean out the loft over the garage. It would be like having your own little apartment! You wouldn’t need to worry about rent, and you’d be out of that awful city . . . just promise me you’ll think about it, alright? It doesn’t make any sense to be wasting so much money before you’ve found something stable, and it would be so nice having you home.” If I don’t find something soon I’m not going to have much of a choice,” she’d agreed bitterly, pressing her tongue into the roof of her mouth as her mother cooed sympathetically. Don’t cry. If you start crying, she’ll drive here tonight. It’s going to be fine. You can do this, who cares if you’re the only human. You really need this job.

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Set to be the first in a series, Morning Glory Milking Farm follows Violet, a perennially broke millennial in dire need of a new job. She’s drowning in grad school debt but there are no available positions suited to her skills, and gigs in coffee shops just aren’t paying the bills. So, she does what all humans living in a world where magical creatures are the norm would do: she becomes a milking technician at Morning Glory, a pharmaceutical base dedicated to, ahem, gathering important biological samples. It turns out that minotaur semen is a key ingredient in Viagra, so willing males can donate their ‘material’ for the good of erections everywhere. Violet’s job is to get it into the jars in an efficiently hands-on manner. During her regular sessions, she encounters a regular client who asks for her services specifically: he’s deep-voiced, tips well, and, even by minotaur standards, is f**king huge. Sparks, of course, fly. And other things. Mind out of the gutter, you weirdos. You know your online persona is strong when multiple people, including several strangers, tweet at you to ask if you’ve read the romance novel with the minotaur d**k milking factory.