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I woke to the sound of cursing.

"It's not the ratio, I measured the amounts right, it has to be something I missed." It was the alchemist, James.

My eyes still closed, I knew what he was doing, worrying at calculations and measuring weights, "Forget it foxy, its not your fault, you did the job perfectly."

"But, it was still too powerful, hell it was almost as strong as the raw stuff..." He muttered back. By the echo in the room I could tell he still hadn't turned to me.

"That's because, the stuff you tested it with was the old concentration, this new stuff is much more potent." I opened my eyes now, looking at him huddled over papers on the desk, just in front of my legs, inches from touching my skin, bare arsed naked.

That got his attention, he turned looking right at me, "How would you know? You're not an alchemist!" He accused.

I sat up and leaned over against him, "Well, I am one of the producers of the stuff." He looked stunned. I could have told him I was a virginal high priestess and gotten the same reaction, obviously he had just thought of Zoe and me as couriers for the bliss.

"What? But how?" He began, trying to calm his excitement, I noticed it was exciting him in more than just an intellectual sense. "What is it made of?" He managed at last with a complete sentence.

"That, is a big secret. But I can tell you, my smart, clever little fox" I began to tease, reaching over and gripping his large member in my paw, working it slowly, "that your process worked, we tested an amount about a tenth of what you used and it left both Zoe and me fuck mad for a full turn of the clock. You just need to dial it down a little more, or less, as Trish wants, I guess."

The stunned look on his face fell to relief and then, I assume, to sexual contentment, I am not completely sure of course, I had just leaned down and taken his shaft into my maw, working my tongue over it slowly.

"Mmmm I heard my name?" The sleepy voice of Trish called from somewhere in the room.

I pulled back from the foxes love meat to answer, "Yeah babe, the mix is still a little strong it seems, but it worked, the process was fine, I was just about to give the nice fox a reward for a job well done."

I climbed into his lap then, stretching my legs wide to accommodate his hips, I reached down and lined him up, easing down onto his slowly swelling member. For his part, he leaned back and just sighed.

"Well, far be it from me to intrude on rewards but I think I might have something more tangible for him as well as more definite employment in the future." Trish said, followed by a yelp and long steady moan from the ferret.

"This fox sure feels agreeable to all" He grunted as I rode down particularly roughly onto him, almost snagging his knot into me, "the benefits, and I assure each and every beautiful lady present that... that..." He lost it, I came down hard and got him all in me, the knot swelling within my depths, sealing us tight. Relentless I kept on him, bouncing my hips, resisting his efforts to lift me and take control.

I slowed my pace, watching his face turn from rapture to strain, it was too slow for him.

Working my hips as slowly as I could bear, I would raise myself, pause, kissing his nose, then lower back down, earning a cry of agony from him. Again and again I repeated this, noticing Trish and Zoe come up behind James.

"What are you doing to this poor fo-" Trish began then, seeing my exquisite torture just said, "Oh my, you may want to speed up lest you break him."

Sighing softly, I did increase my pace, very slightly. It was still slow, leaving him whimpering but I could now feel him swelling large within me, nearing his goal.

All at once I changed pace, giving one, two, three quick firm pumps in the limited range his knot would allow and he screamed and latched his jaws to my shoulder, pinning me to him, the bite wasn't a soft one, it was quite rough, but then I guess you reap what you sow.

All of a sudden he exploded within me, swelling still further and it was my turn to vocalise my pleasure, moaning loudly until first Trish, then Zoe caught my mouth in a three way kiss, tongues engaging as I moaned and yelled into their muzzles.

Panting, gasping we both came down from our highs and leaned against each other, muzzle resting on his shoulder as his rested on mine.

I whispered softly into his ear, "How soon would it take you to make a full lab to cut a large quantity of that stuff, say, to half that potency?"

Quietly, he murmured back, "Give me two days and I will have all the glass I need, all we need then is enough of the chemicals."

"Good." I replied, "Talk to Trish about setting it up." Then more loudly, "Trish, you want us to get this foxy to cut the bliss or do you want it raw?"

My ears caught the sound of eating and I spun around to see Zoe and Trish on the other couch, partaking of some fruit and cheese for breakfast.

"Raw I think my little lovelies, I will have to pay you a higher price for this though wont I?" She asked.

"Of course you will Trish, triple should account for the quality increase." Zoe replied between mouthfuls.

"Mmm, food foxy, I need something to eat." I said quietly and James chuckled, turning us so we could both reach the table and the food arrayed on it.

Finishing her own mouthful, Trish laughed, "I was thinking more like an extra fifty perce... Oh lets just cut this, you want double, I am willing to pay it." Forthright, usually you only got Trish this agreeable after a really good screw, James and Zoe must have been busy while I slept last night. "Now, question is, how much do you have for me?" She asked, "You do realise I want the entire shipment, I want to control this stuff."

"That kind of deal is an extra ten percent, haggling or not, once we established a price with you we were going to gouge the fuck out of your competitors." Zoe said leaving no room for negotiation.

Sipping from a long glass of juice, the mistress said, "Fine, fine, run me into ruin, how much have you got?" She was insistent, good.

"You know how much we had last time?" I asked her, she nodded, "Eight times that."

Her face was priceless, greed, calculation and horror vying for a space on her features. "But that's, that would be, you..." She grinned, greed won, "That's a lot of drug for me to sell!"

"Isn't it just, where do you want it?" Zoe queried.

The ferrets brain was working overtime, her mouth was moving in little jittery movements, I could almost see the gold coins light up in her eyes. "It's in your warehouse? Under the boards?"

I wasn't shocked she knew where we hid our stash, it was her job to know, but her knowing meant that the place would have been made, under no uncertain terms, off limits to thieves of the guild. "It is, you pay at the usual handler?" I replied back.

She just nodded, "By the goddess, you two are going to be rich little scoundrels after this... I am going to be a very rich scoundrel and you" She said, reaching a paw to the foxes muzzle, "will be a rich, happy, busy little scoundrel."

It was then his knot finally released me and I felt myself sliding upward ever so slightly.

Leaning back on the couch, fluids threatening to drain from my gaping love tunnel, my mate walked around and lay down on top of me, inverted to reach my slit.

At her personal cleaning, I whimpered an sighed.

By the time I was no longer threatening the furniture with excess cleaning requirements James was gone, sent on to begin assembling his equipment, Trish, too, had left to begin her days regular business and setting plans in motion.

A note on the table was our only company in the room.

To my Business partners,

I have set up a stipend in your name with a tag on it to allow any and all reasonable funds to be released under your name at the Royal Archiving Money House. Unfortunately your clothes were not salvageable, some fresh ones have been brought up and are on the cabinet beside the door. Please go downstairs and await me.

Yours, Trish

"Partners? She is planning a swifty." I said, picking up on the wording.

"Yeah," Zoe began, "the reason I was going to shop around for buyers was I didn't think she had enough cash to pay us for the whole load and I am pretty damn sure she still doesn't. Still if her deal is worth it, we may come out of this just as well off or better than if we had shopped around. One word from her and even her worst enemy wouldn't have brought bliss from us, we need her as much as she wants this."

I nodded, I wasn't as good with numbers and calculations as Zoe was, but I was quick with my hands and on my feet and I could judge people pretty well.

We got dressed in some practical clothing, it looked like some left over from Mal downstairs, a woman who absolutely hated wearing dresses.

So attired we returned to the bar and took the same seats we had been in the previous afternoon.

Jen came over to our table, a lot brighter and with a big smile today, "Sorry about yesterday, but you underst-" she began.

I wanted to show her we hadn't taken offence so climbed up, stood very close, almost touching her, very much invading her 'personal space' and leaned forward, kissing the stunned girl. As I let the kiss end, I trailed my muzzle past her small jaw, resting against the sable's cheek, "It's ok, there was no damage done." I breathed and drew back to return to my seat.

She stood there, shell shocked. I worked very hard not to laugh, how could someone work in this place and not be accustomed to personal affection like that?

At that moment Brix came padding in and had her muzzle in my lap before I could react, "Aww there's my girl, how you been?" I asked her, making much of her, leaning down close to let her sniff me and check me, I noticed a very distinct smell on her, it was Mal, all Mal, on her breath, around her face. I grinned, "You got some squirrel last night did you, was it good?"

While I was doing this, Zoe, showing a little more restraint, said, "Just some juice thanks Jen, we have eaten already." The waitress practically sprinted away, red blush colouring her ears wonderfully. "Hey Mal, how are things this morning?" She enquired of the barkeep as she approached our table.

"Good, good." She leaned down and patted Brix, "Very good. What did you do to Jen? She looked a little out of it as she passed me."

I laughed and Zoe explained, causing the squirrel to laugh as well. "She needs to learn some time, and better to get some experience with some nice gals like yourselves than with some arsehole in off the street."

Jen brought our drinks out and turned, giving me a great view of her rear as she strode off again, wriggling those hips from left to right. "Mal, you look after that girl you hear, she is too damn cute by half to get hurt." I said, admiring the object of the conversation until she finally left my field of view.

"Yeah. Hey, Trish said you needed a go-fer for a bit, why not take her? I trust you can keep her mind suitably busy that she won't be able to get into trouble, and I trust you enough not to take advantage... often." The barkeep said with a grin.

I began, "We don't need-" But Zoe cut me off.

"Sounds good." She gave me a glare. 'Ok babe, your call', I thought back.

"Good, that's settled, ahh, here is the boss now." She announced, "JEN! More juice!"

"Morning girls, we have some more business to discuss." The slick ferret said, approaching my side of the booth.

Mal shook her head and made room for Trish on her side.

Just then, Jen was back with drinks, putting down a large pile of glasses and two pitchers of juice, smart girl to think ahead.

She turned to leave when Mal said, "Jen, sit down, we have a job for you.". I snagged her around the waist, she didn't resist as I pulled her down and into the seat beside me, my arm still curled around her back gripping just below her bust line.

Trish looked at Mal, one eyebrow raised, then to Zoe, then to me. I just smiled to her. "Ok, you win Mal, you can get your little kit a damn promotion."

Kit? Jen was Mal's...?

In answer to my query, Jen spoke up in my ear, quietly, "She found me in the street, I was almost dead. I owe her my life." She looked up at Mal, and I saw the open, burning admiration in her gaze.

Noticing the exchange Trish continued, "Very well, keeping it in the family. So, girls, the problem we have is, and its one that is solvable, I don't have enough liquid assets to acquire all your goods." At mention that her boss's boss, the richest woman in the city, didn't have enough money to pay us for something, Jen almost jumped in my arms. I leaned a bit closer and whispered, "Calm down, she is a pro, she knows the game. Just calm down, its not your problem." She eased in my arms.

Content I had her employee under control, she continued, "As my note hinted, what we can discuss here, today, is you buying into my operations, as silent partners, with the bulk of your merchandise, selling the rest to US for some operating capital."

This was more than what I had planned, she was going to cut us in on her empire? Holy shit.

"I... we..." Zoe said, lost for words without foreplay, maybe my kitten was losing her mojo.

"Understand this will mean you will be making a lot less, initially, on your product, but I think you can predict, over a short time line, say a year, you will have made more back in assets alone than you will have if you just sold it." She explained. I was lost, we were talking big numbers now, numbers bigger than I could work out in my head.

Zoe however, had caught up, "What size stake are we talking?" She asked.

"Your produce, at our agreed price, is worth over two hundred thousand pieces of gold, give or take." The sable at my side stiffened again, that was indeed a lot of money, I was getting wet just thinking about it, but this girl needed to calm down, maybe a distraction...

I brought my left paw up and began rubbing gently at her breast, she eased a little, I worked my right arm across and started on her thigh and she all but melted into my arms.

"My business ventures, as of this morning, are at a net worth of nine hundred thousand, including illicit and above board operations. You would be both buying in a one twelfth share, each. With twenty thousand gold, already forwarded to the account I mentioned in the note, to work with." She said, one tenth, that was undervaluing our stock by at least ten thousand, but I had to subtract...

"No you wont." Zoe said, "Ten percent share, each, take it or leave it."

I grinned, my little kitten could run these numbers, it was one thing I absolutely adored about her.

"All right, agreed, I was willing to go that far as a limit, and you can have it." She reached a paw over to Zoe, who shook it, then reached her right paw again, over to me.

I grinned, pulling my paw up from under the table and shook with the ferret, leaving a trail of the sables juices in her paw.

She just laughed, and licked her paw, much to the embarrassment of Jen, and said, "Its done, partners, welcome to the business."

Producing papers, we all signed multiple copies of each, making it official how we were buying in, how much we would own, how fucking rich we would be afterwards.

Trish said, "Well my lovelies, I will leave Mal to sort out where you are to deliver the gear, I have an empire to run." She waved and left, still licking at her right paw occasionally.

I looked at Zoe, her eyes were glowing like she had just had the biggest orgasm of all time. It appears my little kitten liked being in big business.

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I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm financially well off, I'm independently wealthy! ... Can't get daffy ducks tirade from the Ali Baba Bunny episode of loony tunes out of my head.

I can foresee some very intense nights spent together as Zoe calculates exactly how rich she is.