Cutting a deal
#5 of Business Venture in Seeds
We made our way strait for the little warehouse Zoe owned, needing to get this cart off the street before a guardsman gets too curious and decides to check it properly.
"So babe, how was your first time with a guy?" She asked me, still driving the cart.
I closed my eyes, remembering the feelings, the emotions, "It was great, he felt big inside me and when he blew" I sighed, "it was incredible, but still, any sex would be if you're involved." I nuzzled her neck getting a deep purr out of my little kitten.
We reached the warehouse and, getting the cart inside and the outer door shut, began opening the false bottom in our cart.
The large glass lined metal cases that sat low in the floor were a little heavy, but we managed them without too much work, and stowed them in the pit under the floor of the building, sealed to the environment by both wax and some magicks, they would be safe until we had what we needed to deal with it. But first we needed cash, and to get cash meant we had to sell some of this stuff, uncut and pure as all hell.
That meant dealing with Trish.
Trish ran three of the higher class brothels in the city, and owned fully nearly three quarters of the rest. And in a city known for 'anything at any price', Trish was someone who set prices.
The last container of the powdered seeds, 'Bliss', was smaller, the size and shape of a peach, formed entirely of glass and for a lady in Trish's position, worth a whole lot of money.
There was just two spells on the little ball of sealed glass, one maintained its seal, requiring intervention by someone with a key word to release, the other was an attraction spell, that pulled the small ball of glass toward a particular object, in this case, a single copper coin that I carried.
"You ready for this?" I asked Zoe.
She looked up at me worried, "Don't know babe, Feel a little stretched down there after the wolf, why don't you carry?"
I sighed, "Fair enough, you did it last time." I lifted one leg up and braced against the wheel of the cart, exposing my slit to my mate.
She spat on the ball, and pressed it against my entrance, "Shit that's cold." I said with a shudder.
Smiling Zoe lifted it and sat it under her arm for a few seconds, then returned to my groin, and pushed the little prize up into me.
I gasped and moaned, it wasn't huge, about the same size as the seeds, truth be told, but it felt big with nothing else to stretch me first.
Deeper and deeper she pushed it, until with a slight clench of my muscles, it sucked in deeper than her fingers could reach.
It felt a little odd, but this was much safer than carrying it.
We left the warehouse, Brixus following along, I contemplated the little spell the guardsman had sealed between the document and her, that would keep her safe. Could they track us with it?
Soon we reached the doorstep of a very well maintained saloon, the extensive hotel-like building beside it was the main part of the business, but we should be able to get hold of Trish here.
We entered and the smell of fresh food and ale was very appealing, this was not a low class bar. Advancing on a table, a barmaid came over, "Can I be getting you gals anythin- uh you know you have a wolf with you?" She asked. I knew there was a 'no animals' rule in here but I also knew that Trish would make exceptions for us, we were the only people she had been able to find who could get her this stuff. "Look ladies, the sign says 'No Animals' so guess what? Get it outside or you can go out wi-" She was into a tirade when Mal, the main barkeep and Trish's right hand saw us.
"Its cool Jen, its cool, get them anything they order. Zoe, Crest, its good to see you in town again, Trish will see you in a few minutes. She is... a little tied up at the moment." The barkeep said, a lewd grin letting us know that she was likely being literal with the excuse, Trish wasn't just an owner, she was a member.
"Well then." The barmaid, Jen, said with a slight frump, but turned a happy smile back to us, "What can we get you? There's beef and lamb stew on."
I gestured to Zoe, giving her the choice, "Two lamb stews, some bread. Two ales and two shots of that lovely distilled herb water Mal keeps back there."
Jen's eyes nearly bugged out, that stuff was not only very very strong but expensive, her head snapped around to look to her boss and at Mal's nod, she rushed off, eyes wide.
Our meals and drinks arrived shortly, minus the two shots of the fiery green liquid. Mal herself brought over a bottle and a few small glasses and a big bowl of stew.
She settled down beside Zoe and reached down, putting the bowl of stew on the floor beside Brix, who licked her paw in appreciation before digging in. "Not going to ask about your man," The woman said, nodding to me, "but I wanted to make sure, you have brought more of the stuff right?" At both our nods she brightened, pouring three shot glasses of the distillation. "To business!" She said, raising one.
Zoe an I looked at each other and lifted our own, simultaneously saying "To business, and money!"
Mal laughed and downed hers with us, the liquid was at one burning hot and soothing, as it lit a fire all the way to my stomach.
We chatted as we ate, asking about the climate of buyers in town, the guards stance on the drug, now that it was on the street, or in the brothels as the case may be.
"Well the guards don't seem to really care yet, the stuff hasn't gotten down to anyone who is a really addictive personality, Trish sees to it that its controlled. Which is exactly what she wants to talk to you about." The bartender said.
It was then I felt a leg, slender and gentle, probe up and down my thigh. I knew it was Mal, she had always hinted to the two of us that she was interested, the squirrel just wasn't either of our types though, but right now, with the displacing orb wedged up inside keeping me just partly on edge, the caress felt damn good.
Thankfully, before anything could go far enough that we would need a room, Trish appeared.
"Ahh, my favourite little merchants are here, anything good for me?" She said, plopping down beside me, pressing close.
"We have more, Trish." Zoe said, "But there's a few problems."
"Problems I don't like, are these solvable problems or problems that will cause headaches?" The brothels ferret boss asked, one paw reaching under the table to start kneading my leg.
"They are solvable problems Trish, they-" I started but just then, Mal's adventurous toes found my entrance, rubbing along the length of my slit. I would have jumped out of the seat but Trish's paw was now sliding back and forth over my inside thigh, holding me down.
"Zoe, we have an issue here." The ferret said, "You see, this lovely little skunk here smells like Crest, it" she darted in, her lips and tongue attacking my muzzle, her kiss was perfect, it was everything you could imagine a kiss could ever be, this was because she was a professional after all, "tastes like Crest, but" Her paw snaked upward, two digits rubbing and then sliding into my slit, I couldn't hold back, one of her claws had hooked my clitoral hood and was teasing the sensitive nub, I cried out, moaning loudly, "it sounds completely different and feels a little off too." The damp paw trailed up my dress, cupping a breast, drawing another soft sigh from me.
"We needed him a her for particular... problems. Yes, problems that were solved when his voice raised a few tones." Zoe grinned evilly, she was loving seeing me tortured like this.
"Well as far as business goes, it doesn't matter, my offer still stands, the price too." Trish said, pinching my nipple a little. I sighed again, if she was going to play with me, and she was good enough at playing that I really would like that, I would have to make sure she could do it right or go insane in the meantime. I turned my back to her, getting a little 'humf' for my effort, but then I laid backwards, resting the back of my head into her lap. "Ahh, much better, little Crest, I think I like this change in you." Her paw now pushed down one side of my dress, exposing me and massaging my breast in earnest, "Yes, very much so."
That's part of the problem Trish." I said, "The stuff this time, its a lot stronger than the last batch."
Her fingers, lightly tweaking my other nipple now, pinched down hard, I whimpered softly felling an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.
"How can it be stronger? Just a pinch of that stuff left a man dry humping a barrel for an hour." She said, softly rubbing the nipple now, apologetically.
"We were grinding some down," I said, "It was the last batch, when Zoe sneezed, less than a pinch of that stuff went up into the air, neither of us were sensible until halfway through the next day." I told her, leaving the plant's role in our relief out of it.
"Have you tried cutting it?" Mal asked, "We had limited success getting an alchemist to cut it down."
I looked up at Trish, letting the happy pleasurable feelings show on my face, "Do they still work for you?" I asked.
"Hun, no one ever stops working for me." Trish said, bringing her finger up to my lips to suck on. "Do you have the sample? Something we can evaluate?"
I let the finger trail from my mouth, "Yeah, I am carrying it, usual way." I told her as her paw trailed back down to my breast, taking up its previous occupation.
"Good, then lets adjourn to my private rooms and we can do business." The ferret said, the double entendre consisting of our business and her business quite plain, I was not averse to either however.
"That would be preferable." Zoe said, noticing I was effectively gagged again as Trish was feeding me choice morsels from my plate. "Just, can you get a nice big guy for Crest, she needs more experience in that department and I am just not qualified."
I almost choked, as did Trish, who broke into a laugh, "That can, most assuredly, be arranged. Now come, Mal will look after your pet." I glanced across to see Brix had her head much like mine, receiving scratches and pats from the barkeep.
I began sitting up, tucking myself back into my dress and got up after the mistress of the establishment, an itch building ever more as I watched her perfect rear sway back and forth in front of me.
We followed her up the stairs to her private rooms, "Take a seat anywhere my lovelies, I will be with you after arranging for Crest's meat delivery."
I blushed as heat filled my lower belly, it wasn't that I was embarrassed to hear her say that, it was that I knew my body wanted it so much.
Looking at Zoe I caught her eye and gave her the 'I will get you for this' look, she just smiled like the cat that ate the canary.
"Right, now that that is settled" Trish said, returning to the room, "lets see to that sample."
I lay back on the couch and flicked the coin to Zoe who spoke the almost unpronounceable word and moved the coin near my slit.
A pressure built within me, it was going down my hole and it brooked no argument. With a grin I clenched my muscles down and whimpered as it inexorably moved down, now rippling past the tensed tract of hyper sensitive nerves.
Moaning as Trish added her fingers impatiently trying to spread me wider, all she succeeded in was getting me off. As the item finally came loose, Trish, showing her ulterior motive continued to tickle and caress my entrance with her digits even while watching Zoe carefully wipe off and clean the glass sphere.
I cried out, the pleasure burning all through me as the ferret finally worked me past my threshold. "Mmm, definitely an improvement." She said, repeating her earlier sentiments.
Zoe said the unlocking word and the little container opened and she instantly transferred it to a glass lined metal tin the mistress had supplied.
"And you say its super concentrated?" She asked one more time.
"Yes, the tiniest pinch will send someone fuck crazy for the better part of a day." Zoe replied.
Just then, a knock at the door heralded its opening. "Ahh, James, come in." Trish said to the fox male who had walked in.
He was short but looked stocky, piercing eyes and a bandage over his left hand.
"James here is the alchemist I told you about, he says he has perfected the method for reducing the potency of bliss." The ferret explained.
The fox just bowed and, taking the container from Zoe set his suitcase and the bliss down on the table before us.
The case folded out, in the top was a set of scales and a flat metal plate, in the bottom was a maze of glassware and a few bottles of liquid.
He calmly used a little metal spoon to pour just a tiny amount, barely a pinch, into the top of one glass, then added a liquid to it. Making contact with a pad inside the case caused heat to issue from one section, he began adding the other powders and liquids in, in varying amounts, finally holding up a little glass cup with a creamy white mixture in it which he sat on the table.
As we watched, the liquid boiled away with no evidence that heat was added, leaving almost a quarter of a cup of the powder.
The fox had a grin on his muzzle a mile wide, if this worked he would be set for life.
"It works?" I asked.
"The new substance is about ninety eight percent castor sugar, its safe to ingest, inhale and if you put it in a cake your grandma will be humping the furniture all week." He kept on smiling like a kid who had just said his first swear word.
I straitened up on the couch and slowly lifted my dress up, exposing myself completely and throwing it to the floor. I looked right in the foxes eyes and said, "Prove it."
Zoe, sitting beside him was almost falling off the couch laughing, Trish tried to hold back a case of the giggles, the fox just carefully packed up his case, deactivating the heating unit first and carefully put it and the container of concentrated bliss in a cabinet and locked the cabinet, tossing the key to Trish.
He walked back to the table, took a large pinch of the stuff, raised it to his nose and inhaled.
Likely he had tested the older product in this way, but not this stuff, it was about four times stronger than what he expected. He thought he would get a good buzz and feel pretty horny, what he got was his hips humping forward uncontrollably. He practically dove on me, ripping at his pants in the process.
Trish and Zoe, thankfully, helped him and it was, as they removed the short foxes trousers that I discovered he was also the 'meat' Trish had ordered.
The drug had him though, and all thought of finesse was gone from him, he thrust again and again, missing three times before his large tapered member drove home.
I cried out as he sank it as far as he could, pulling back again and again to drive it in further. His knot was an early casualty to my gripping passage, thrust roughly in to lock in place and limit his movement.
Humping my rear faster and faster I cried out as his member, flaring widely, filled me with his seed.
Coming down and settling into the warm afterglow I felt him move around behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I saw him try and reach back to the table where the drug should have been, but it was already gone, locked away somewhere out of his reach.
Snarling he turned back to me, the lust overtaking the drugs cravings and he started humping again, member still swollen and tied into me.
Whimpering I lay there as he sprayed again and again, never tiring of my depths, snared as they were by his large knot.
And he was every bit as large as Zoe wanted, my tunnel felt so full with him inside, I came almost as much as he did, the constant stimulation leaving me whining and whimpering in a mess under him.
At last I felt his tie break and he pulled his member free of my folds, racing off, likely at either Zoe or Trish.
I didn't care, I was tired, happy and well fucked and, as is now just a matter of time, a very rich skunk.
Smiling I fell into a light doze, images of Zoe and me rolling naked in huge piles of money flowing through my mind.
Hope no one minds that my chapters are over four pages (closer to six now).
Also I know some of the yiff scenes are a bit short, but to be honest, if I described everything these gals do in lots of detail there would be no more room of SF for anything else ;)
Oh and all orders for 'Bliss' can be made via mail, please see the adress on the back of this page.