A growth industry
#2 of Business Venture in Seeds
The last of the seeds fell from me and the gentle contractions ceased. "Here, have some of this, their juice seems to have plenty of energy in it but doesn't do much to fill you, well, after your belly goes down a bit." Zoe said, handing me a plate with some bread and fruit.
I lifted myself clear of the receiving unit and began to eat in earnest. She had put the bread out to rise earlier, and it was absolutely delicious, the fruit was great, the juice soothing the slightly raw feeling the tentacle had left in my mouth.
As I sat there, just enjoying the sun on my fur, warming me, a full belly, Zoe beside me, I suddenly had a sinking feeling, which my love chose then to confirm for me. "Well, enough relaxing, time to get back to work babe!".
I grinned resolutely, standing up, despite the oddness of being stuffed so full of its seeds I waddled, it was so far some of the most amazing sexual stimulation I had ever experienced.
"Hrmm Zo, lets try and have it keep us close this time huh?" I ventured. Despite it all, despite it being the greatest sex I could ever have, it would be even better if I could just share it with her.
She nodded and patted me on the rear, leaning close, "Lets." She said in a voice that made my spine curl with the seductiveness of her tone.
Walking back to the bush, hand in hand, we almost got close enough to touch it before it ensnared us, and with a gleeful gasp I noticed it had used a few of the same vines for both of us, all but guaranteeing our proximity.
Opening my mouth to accept the muffling feeder vine I felt the plant manoeuvre us into a final position, ready to be seeded.
As I felt movement cease, I realised the plant hadn't placed us nose to nose, as I had wished, it placed us nose to crotch. Muzzle gagged against any articulate sounds, the plant began its probing of my groin and with an excited, but muffled, yip I watched a tendril snake into my lovers snatch even as I knew she was watching one as I felt it drive deeply up my love tunnel.
I observed it as it poked around her, making sure it was as far as it could get, suddenly the feeling of fullness spread into me, and I witnessed the same happening to Zoe's trim belly as it swelled slightly at the pressure of the muscle relaxant.
I saw the seeds begin their journey, slowly moving toward her entrance, suddenly the tendril pushed in further even as I felt my own push past my cervix, deep into my heated depths.
Pressure at my entrance stole my thoughts from the observation of my lovers first stretching and with a muffled yowl I felt the thing pushing deep into me, farther and farther down my tunnel it pushed and just as it reached the point, at last, where it was almost beyond the super-sensitive nerves of my love passage, another pushed snug up against my entrance, forcing my eyes wide open.
I watched, eye lids stretched wide at the induced pleasure, as my mate partook of a similar fate, a large seed slowly pushing down into her, I watched its path, visible as a lump under her fur, as it made its way deeper and deeper.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw another, and suddenly was feeling my own nether-lips spread around a third penetrating lump.
My pleasure tore through me then, the feeling of it pushing further and further, relentless in its journey, only proving a minor stimulation, no, what really drove me wild right then was knowing my mate was feeling the same thing and was staring at my most private parts being abused in this parody of conception.
Again and again I felt the press of seeds, unstoppable in their quest to reach my womb, and again and again I lost control, shuddering and screaming my pleasure into the gagging, inflated vine in my mouth, as I witnessed my mate, my lovely precious Zoe, being pumped full of whatever the plant wished with little say in the manner of the intrusions.
I was stretched, with each thrusting ball of life it pushed into me, my belly grew yet more, whimpering needfully I didn't just want to get off again, I realised, I wanted to have my, and my Zoe's, bellies so full of seeds it would take a month of contractions to clear them.
But all too soon the pushing, thrusting, probing stream of seeds stopped flowing, and the tentacle vine in my depths pulled slowly free. Watching my mate, I felt the vine in my mouth deflate, oozing its last taste of the precious, tart, tasting juices.
"Ughh, that" Zoe said, panting roughly between words, "that was.... that was awesome."
Words were still far more than I would be able to handle at the moment, a deep, guttural moan was all I worked past my vocal chords, tired as they were from the screaming orgasms.
I felt the vines lower us, reluctantly, to the ground, soon freeing us entirely of their grasp. Leaning on one another, we staggered slowly back to the harvesting gear.
Lowering myself to the bench, careful of the last few inches as I guided the lip of the receptacle into my entrance, I sighed happily as I felt the first contraction ease through my tired lower muscles.
"I think" I began, but had to pause as another clenching strain passed through my pelvic region, "it put a lot more in me that time. The stretching must be helping." I said, grinning like a fool as I felt the first seed plop free to splash into the special container.
"Mmm hrmm" Zoe replied, affirming my observation, "The first few times with me it added more and more, remember? Although I think the time we spent in town dropped me back down a few sizes."
We sat there, basking in the lovely warm afternoon sun, occasionally exchanging kisses and observations, but mostly just holding hands and thinking warmly of the seeds as they pressed ever downwards, hoping to find arable soil and air in which to grow.
The catching units were ingenious, a marvel, I had worked the metal, shaping them and forming them just right, then Zoe, with her limited magicks, had enchanted them. Within was a saline solution, it wouldn't affect the seeds themselves, but it wouldn't give them purchase to grow, above the salt filled water was a lack of air. It wasn't like a vacuum or anything dangerous like that, something was there, it just wasn't air that the plant could use to trigger the germination of its seeds.
After we were sure the last of the ovoids had splashed into our containers, we lifted the things up onto the work bench in front of us.
There was a huge metal tray with large walls covering most of the top, and into this, magicked much like the receptacles, we poured the seeds.
Reaching in we adjusted them so that they were evenly distributed and most had direct sunlight on them.
I looked up, judging the angle of the sun. "Think we could get another run in?" Zoe asked me, copying my posture.
I pondered, "Nah babe, we got plenty of days ahead till the next shipment, lets take our time, enjoy ourselves a bit." She purred softly at my suggestion and before I knew it I was on my back in the grass with a very amorous feline nuzzling and tugging at my chest.
The sound of her purrs were all that I could hear, and I was more than ok with that as slowly, with much flair, she turned around in place twice, licking me and pinching me here and there before finally settling down with her muzzle at my groin and likewise, mine at hers.
Before she could make the first strike I lashed out with my tongue, rasping the full length of her slit and up against her clitoral hood, the return lick from her was aborted as a yowling cry was torn from her vocal chords.
Relentless in my attack I pressed on, delivering more attention to her folds lured her into a complacence as a sudden bump of my chin against her most sensitive nub drove her to cry out into me. For her part, she had begun to work my depths, mining deeply with her rough tongue, driving shuddering breaths from my body.
My hands free, I made use of one to hold her parted, freeing more of my muscled oral appendage to slide and sample deep into her, the other hand I brought to my own breast, rubbing and pinching it in alternating, gut wrenching, motions.
Soon we were both whimpering and yowling our love for each other, muffling our cries in our lovers bodies, I would have stopped after the second orgasm tore through me but Zoe was relentless. As long as she kept stimulating me, I could do nothing but return the attention, her faithful and very horny marionette.
The chill of early night distracted us from our pleasure enough that we managed to slow down and eventually cease.
Without words we crawled around till we were face to face. Embracing tightly, I saw her whole muzzle was slicked with fluid and I worked diligently with my tongue to restore her beautiful fur. Likewise she returned the gesture and we giggles softly, the cleaning giving us the surcease we needed to rise gently, if a little unsteadily, to our feet and make for the cabin.
With a soft sigh as we pressed close for more than the warmth I felt sleep bring its timely end to a glorious day.
I was warm but not as much as the bed should have made me, a little confused 'murr' passed my lips as I realised it wasn't my lovers arms, nor the blankets that covered me. My mouth agape from the exclamation I felt a long tendril take the initiative and push into my open maw, expanding rapidly.
Crying out with muffled, confused exclamations I heard my Serval mate's voice say, "You were so sound asleep, I wanted to wake you with a present."
The plant re-arranged me and I caught a glimpse of her as the large vines slowly but surely entrapped her, binding her limbs.
The searching vine caught my entrance, pushing in accompanied by my now much less confused and much more horny moans.
My hunger was slowly sated, the feeding vine dribbling the amazing tasting juice down my throat, I sucked at it wantonly even as I felt the vine deep within my feminine depths, having already soaked my innards with its relaxing gunk, push ever forward into my womb.
Suddenly a yellow spotted sight filled my vision, my love, perched right in front of me, vine stuffing her mouth, looked deep into my eyes, witnessing my expression as the first of many seeds pushed against my folds, demanding to be admitted within my innermost cavern.
Crying out, still fellating the vine in my mouth, I could see every expression in Zoe's eyes, as the vine pumped its fluids into her, then penetrated deeper. The melting look, as though she were going to pass out, when I was sure there was a seed pressing into her triggered my first orgasm, and, through that pleasure soaked haze that descended over me as I writhed in the tight confines of the vines grip, I saw her own release.
Onward and onward the seeds flowed, filling me, driving me, every time, to think 'this is it, the last one' even as I felt another press against my grasping entrance.
Soon I found a pattern, if I clenched my muscles in particular ways, the path of the seed would cause even more pleasure, I experimented with these, at one point nearly passing out as white dots winked at the edges of my vision, my body contracting again and again grippingly, helpless in the throes of repeated orgasms.
At last, laying on the ground beside my love, belly stretched beyond belief, I managed to grin slightly, drool dribbling down my muzzle in the process.
A most excellent way to be self employed.
Tell me to stop, and I will. Go on, if you have the willpower.
There, didn't think so, well, welcome once again to the post-story word-smithing, and I really, really apologise for the horrendous puns in the titles of this series, I giggle every time I hear economic phrases now.
So, how do we all like a realistic look at tentacles?