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My head was pounding, the need for more of the powder had, thankfully, passed. It was horribly addictive but unlike most drugs, the physical need only lasted for the duration of the effects. Psychological addiction could, of course, last much longer.

Lifting my arm I looked lazily toward the oddly 'heavier than usual' appendage. There was a vine twisted around my wrist, it was lazily snaking up my arm, but lacked the urgency that normally accompanied the binding.

I sat up slowly, the dull ache in my groin reminding me of exactly what had happened. I bucked in pleasure, the feel of seeds pumping into me over and over ripping through my conciousness, pushing me into a whimpering orgasm as I lay, curled into a tight ball, unmolested, on the ground beside the plant.

Flashbacks, ugh, with the dosage of the damn stuff, so pure, that I had received, they would be on me for a while. It was then I felt a pushing at my lips and teeth, a vine insistent on gaining access. Opening my eyes I saw, in the dim pre-dawn light, a gag-vine bunched up at my muzzle. With a happy sigh I opened my mouth and let the thing into me.

It swelled up and started to leak its wonderful juice down my parched throat, as I began to suckle, the sensation caused another lust filled flashback to burn through my brain.

The vine in my mouth continued to sooth me, even as the harsh, forced dream, passed and I was suddenly curious as to what the plant was doing with me.

Climbing unsteadily to my feet, still sucking, receiving plenty of the sharp tasting juice, I began to wander around the plant and saw what the hold up was, Zoe was there, panting and moaning into her own gag, seeds moving down a vine from a seed pod into her restrained body. Beside her was a wolf, of the four legged variety, likewise, being stuffed full of seeds and fed for her trouble, although she looked like she had only just been captured.

Approaching my mate, I carefully brought a paw to her muzzle, cupping her cheek. Her eyes looked up into mine, a look that told me that her own trip was still, at least partially, upon her. 'Poor kitten' I tried to say, it came more as "Mmmf unffmff" as the vine was still firmly anchored orally.

I leaned down, cupping a breast with one paw and sliding the other down to her slit. Massaging the orb while I gently rubbed her inflamed, outer nether-lips, I felt her body trying to buck hard but the vines kept her restrained.

Again and again I worked her till she was screaming into her vine, burning the drug from her body the only way possible, through sexual release.

It was at that time I heard a sound behind me, it was akin to a growl but, like my mates cries, muffled.

The poor wolf bitch wasn't doing so well, by the look of it she was not getting enough stimulation to make the experience pleasurable and at once my heart went out to her.

Approaching, I gently stroked her flank at first, letting her get used to my paws on her. Slowly I worked my left paw under her belly, petting and stroking her underside. My other paw snaked around to where the plant was still pushing seeds into the unwilling host.

Gentle as I could, I began to slowly work my digits around her mound, slowly working a finger in beside the plants vine, removing it as a seed approached only to return it once the ovoid had entered her.

Slowly she stopped the growling noise and grew silent, a wetness was gathering around my fingers and I knew I was having some effect on her. Stepping up my efforts, I brought my other hand to her fold, working and massaging, even very gently pinching as I began to work two fingers in, alternating with the seeds for access to her now, gripping, hole.

I heard the wolf make an odd sound for an animal, it was a soft whimper, only one emotion tinting the exclamation, need.

Further I worked, more diligently, feeling what made the wolf shudder the most and repeating it, it wasn't long until, with the last few seeds pressing down the vines length, I had the wolf's folds spasming around my intruding digits.

I petted her sides and shoulders, letting her ride out the wave as the last seed was sent into her depths.

"I think you made a new friend." Zoe said from behind me.

Turning, I saw my feline lover, belly proudly pressed outward in a parody of a true pregnancy and I realised she was over the effects of the powder. I tried to say something but again, only muffled noises got out past the feeding vine.

It was then, as Zoe was laughing at my attempt to speak, the vines reeled me in, dragging me by the mouth to where they wanted me. Of course I was perfectly willing and followed without argument.

The vines wrapped securely around me and lifted, bringing me into alignment with one of the seed pods vines, which approached my groin, much to my delight.

As the thin length worked up my well lubricated passage, another flashback bore down on me, and it was with a whine into my gag that I was lost again to past lusts. Images, feelings, tastes sounds all assaulted my mind, me mounting Zoe, me mounting one of Zoe's 'friends', eating out her friend while her friend ate Zoe, on and on, again and again, orgasms seemed to pool within me, bursting free through my body one after the other until I could do nothing but pant feebly into the gag, willingly taking the seeds but wishing the forced remembrance would just cease.

At last, laying at the base of the plant, belly stuffed full, I came back to the present.

"Your awake? Good, get your arse over here, we are packed and ready to leave." Zoe's voice called.

I managed to drag myself away from the plant, a few contractions causing me to pause as a seed popped out of my over-worked slit.

"Ok, I got you." Zoe said, wrapping an arm under mine, around my torso and lifting me to my unsteady legs. "Lets get you on the wagon with a nice big can between your legs to catch those seeds, don't want them scattered too widely in the forest, others might stumble onto our little money maker."

With her help I managed to get to the loaded wagon, it was there that, blindly trying to get into the back, Zoe pushing me while I ineffectually tried to pull myself up, that a pair of jaws reached out to my forearm and helped to pull me up, gripping my arm tightly but not enough to break the skin.

"I think you have a new friend by the way, when she had finished dumping her seeds she followed me back to the wagon, don't know what we are going to feed her but I guess she has eaten this morning already." Zoe explained.

I looked into the eyes of the wolf and saw a thanks there that transcended the language barrier. I smiled, sighing softly and she replied with a whine and a warm lick around my muzzle.

Laughing I rooted around in the back of the wagon until I found one of the 'can's. Laying back I gently eased it up to my entrance and slid the crafted lip just inside. Instantly, as if my body recognised the device, contractions started rippling my insides.

As I lay back, sighing softly as each ovoid pushed free, a warmth engulfed my groin, flowing around the metal intruder in my depths. Looking down the she-wolf was laying at my side, leaning over my thigh and lapping at my entrance. I just lay back in ecstasy and for the first time that day, was able to enjoy some sexual stimulation without the overly harsh flashbacks.

Midday came and went, the large meal the plant had deposited within me sustaining me, Zoe, however, did not fare so well. I grabbed some things and brought them up to the front of the wagon, feeding her while she drove.

The wolf had slipped from the wagon, running off into the woods and I figured that would be the last we would see of my most recent partner. "You know we should probably start thinking about clothes again." Zoe said, breaking through the silence we were riding comfortably in.

"I guess." I said, "But I like having such easy access to everything I want." And with that, I reached over and buried my muzzle in her lap.

She spread her legs slightly, giving me more access as my tongue found my mates slit, running slowly around her entrance. I made sure I was comfortable, I planned to draw this out for a while.

I continued my slow, methodical lapping of her outer lips, adding the, now exposed, clitoral hood to my duties, feeling her thighs tighten every time I lashed out at the covering for her most sensitive of organs.

After what seemed like an age I began to lap deeper into her, feeling her hips rock in place, trying to impale herself on the lover her body told her was just starting to bring himself into its most sacred of places.

Again and again I dipped, and at last was rewarded as her clitoral hood withdrew, revealing the little nub containing so many nerve endings to my ravishing attention.

At the first strike I made on it, curling my tongue slightly, as a babe would at its mothers nipple, she cried out loudly, announcing the peak of her pleasure to everything around us that had ears.

As her shuddering came under control, I slowed down in my ministrations, but I didn't stop.

"Love could you... UGGH... please can you not... OOOHHH... oh fuck it." She said, her willpower to resist my attention fading rapidly in time with my hits on her now well exposed clitoris.

It was then, my nose actually pushed down and into her in response to the lick at my own entrance, sprawled as I was with my rear half in the back of the covered wagon. The wolfs tongue worked my own depths and it was with an aching moan, muzzle still buried into my mates privates, that I drove Zoe over the edge again, bringing an echo of my own exclamation, but much more intense, to her lips.

I couldn't stand it, the careful application of that tongue to my now inflamed slit drew me from my love's own hole, and arching my back I came hard, the wolf lapping up every drop that I shed.

As the heat, ache and lust flowed out of me, she slowed down and drew her damp muzzle from my groin, and proceeded to pad up beside me and lay, resting her head down beside mine.

I sighed, very satisfied. My loves needs and my own fulfilled, I made an effort to bring some more happiness to the wolf but she resisted, merely lolling against me, happy just to lay there and feel another warm, loving, body against her own.

"I am glad you came back, little lover." I said, stroking the wolf's shoulders slowly.

"I am too." Said Zoe with feeling, "I doubt I would have ever gotten you out of me otherwise, like a damn limpet."

I chuckled at her false grousing, content with how things were proceeding. "Did we lose much of that last batch?" I asked her, mind returning to our costly mistake.

"It wasn't as bad as it looked, remarkably only a very small amount actually got us. This batch must be a lot more pure than our first effort, maybe that extra day drying it was worth the wait?" She said.

We reached the city four days later and, fully clothed and with a roughly made collar for the wolf, who we had agreed would be called 'Brixus', we approached the gate to the city.

"Any goods to report for taxing?" A big bull guard asked, lazily.

"We got a quart of firewood in the back, that's all." Zoe replied.

The guard looked sceptical, "How far have you travelled just to gather some firewood?"

I looked up at him then, answering his question, "Oh we only go a little ways in, gives us time for" I paused and rubbed my paw over Zoe's thigh, "other things." And I said that so lewdly even I began to blush, which none the less added to the effect.

The guard smiled happily, "Well, short loads of firewood are exempt from taxes, you girls go on in and if you ever need a warm place to spend a night..." He left the offer hanging, I bet after my display he would be spending quite a bit tonight for a whore to take care of him, most charged extra for men his size.

As we passed slowly through the gate, keeping our 'game faces' on we were almost completely past it when another guard, a wolf ironically, called, "Hey, you can't bring wild animals into the city without a permit!" I turned, shit he had seen her.

I climbed down, it was the sergeant of this outpost, hrmm, might not be so bad.

"Sorry officer, she is our pet, aren't you Brix?" I said, the wolf reacted more to my tone than her new name, but her response relaxed the guard a bit.

"Still, without a valid permit you are not allowed to have it in the city, regardless." He said, sounding almost apologetic at the law, "Not so much for bringing it in, but if it gets loose, without a permit the poor thing will be hunted down and killed."

I thought quickly, this would not do, we had no money to pay for a permit, I wouldn't leave the poor animal outside and didn't want to risk her being killed accidentally within the city.

Zoe had come up with the answer, coming up behind me and pressing herself to my side, mashing her breasts against the side of my own bust, "Surely there is some way we could pay for a permit? We have no money until we sell all our kindling, maybe you could find some way to help us with our 'wood problem'?" she said, batting eyelids and sounding ever so fragile and innocent.

"Well now." The big wolf said, shifting his position slightly in his armour, "Perhaps I could arrange for something, ladies. Uh, if you would just follow me into the guardhouse..."

The man turned and made for the small building beside the gate. Another guard had, with a knowing nod, secured our wagon to a hitch as we followed the sergeant into the building. Brix quickly darting in behind me.

When I turned back from securing the door, Zoe was already working at the soldiers armour, assisting him with its removal, seeing my kitten so full of excitement and need stimulated me as well and without a further thought to this being my first time with a male, slipped out of my dress and lowered my draws.

The big wolf, his chest now freed from its confines, was still working at his last piece of armour, Zoe making a show in front of him, making his hands slip on the straps more than once.

I slid up behind the man, and pressed my chest into his back, loving the feel of my breasts compressed against his strong muscles and fur.

His tail curled up between my legs, tickling me slightly as I nibbled gently at the edges of his, now swept back, ears. "Fuck you girls are eager, you really do have a wood problem that needs fixing."

At the man's pun I wrapped my arms around him, bringing my paws down to his still secured pants. Throwing away all subtlety I dug my thumbs under the belt of them and just eased them down, eager to find him.

As his pants hit the ground, he lifted one leg to step out of them at the same time one of my paws found his ready maleness.

With a groan the man spun quickly, grip firmly at my waist he lifted and pushed, driving my rear into the wall and his member deep into me with one fluid thrust. I groaned deeply, guttural sounds of pleasure issuing from my muzzle as he slowly eased me up again, carrying me away from the wall to dump me onto the edge of a table.

Satisfyingly he returned to my depths, humping and arching himself over my form even as I writhed about on the table.

"Forgetting someone?" I heard Zoe say from behind me and with a soft moan at the driving rod in my silken depths I leaned backwards until I spied my goal, and started lapping at her own needy slit.

The wolf was driving hard now, his knot banging harshly against my outer lips, but in my heightened, lust filled, state, there was nothing but pleasure.

All of a sudden, with a few quick shoves I felt his seed burn a trail inside me and the feeling of it filling me drove me past my own endurance and I joined his grunting cry.

The male drew himself from me. Untied, his member was rapidly deflating but sated as I was, I was in no position to help Zoe in her own mission.

She gripped the lapels of the wolfs fur, driving him down into a chair and brought herself down to her knees below him, engulfing his flaccid rod. From my vantage point I had a great side-on view of proceedings and was about to reach down to my groin once more when a long lick brought awareness of Brix, still in the room, back to me in a most delightful manner.

The wolf at my groin worked my slit even as Zoe was at the soldiers member, now standing proud once more with her attentions. Before the man could protest further she leapt up and sat in his lap, engulfing him in her clutching passage.

Using her thighs and powerful leg muscles the serval rode him, causing him to lean forward, muffling his cries of ecstasy into her cleavage.

After a few agonising minutes of her ministration, his base urges took hold once again and he threw his strength at her, driving her to her back on the floor. The suddenness of the move and the power the male radiated brought me screaming around the wolfs tongue, her growing expertise in the act keeping me, clawing at the table, at that amazing peak.

It wasn't till I saw the guardsman, driving himself hard into Zoe, who writhed and panted under him, release his seed as he reached down and gripped my mate's throat in a firm bite did I finally succeed in freeing myself from the hold my bitch lover had over my whole being.

Panting, sighing, we all lay there, recovering our senses and testing our various limbs for stability.

"You girls..." The guardsman started, but, losing his breath, still panting, hips locked to my mate by the large knot tied within her muscled cavern, "You... I will get a permit for the wolf, don't worry." He panted more, still trying to talk, eventually succeeding, "A permit is the least I owe you, names Rarst by the way." He said further.

I gained my feet and walked, a little unsteadily over to the pair, leaning down to press myself to his back again, breasts firmly planted against him. "You know" I said, voice as low as I could get it, I could hear the heated lust dripping off my words, "We may need permits for... other, things later. How would we go about contacting you should we need to" and I rubbed my body along his back, groin pressed against the base of his tail, "contact, you again?"

"Fuck me girl-" He began, exclaiming.

I cut him off, "Is that a promise."

He just laughed, a deep satisfied chuckle, "You bet." he said at last.

"I think your small enough now." Zoe said, licking at his neck to punctuate her words and I took the cue and climbed off the pair.

Slowly Rarst pulled back from my lover, a loud, lewd popping slurping sound evidence of his virility.

I turned on Zoe then, lowering down and cleaned her, drinking down all the juices both of them had spilt in and around her entrance.

Completing my task, I turned to find the sergeant back in the chair, a silly grin on his muzzle as Brix worked to make his groin more sanitary.

"Damn, I see why you like to keep her around." The male wolf said, retrieving his clothes, having to push away the eager-to-please, she-wolf.

All dressed again, we left the building, drawing knowing stares from his troops and a few passers by, all obviously having heard the sounds from within the building.

"Well, here's your papers for the wolf, if you need anything else dealt with, I will leave you to your business." The man said loudly, handing us a signed piece of paper, making sure that for all intents and purposes, this looked like a normal transaction.

"Oh we will sergeant." I said, trying out batting my eyes as Zoe had earlier, and by the look of it it worked, "If we have any further, needs, we will be sure to come and see your very capable self." I leaned into the word needs, making sure everyone within hearing distance got my inference.

The wolf guardsman only grinned, happy with his work this day, "Good day then, and welcome to Aldradge."

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Well, all puns about business aside, has anyone else noticed that the more chapters I write in a series and the longer those chapters are, the more tags I have to use? Its almost getting unmanageable... almost.