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#9 of Business Venture in Seeds
We were busy most of that first week, working our arses off, well, maybe not our 'arses' exactly, but it was a tiring time none the less, with no free time for chasing a particularly soft tail around.
"Crest, can you give me a paw with this?" I heard Zoe say as she was lugging an unusual looking milk can around.
Her voice always made me smile, and I did so widely, "Of course babe, what's up?"
"I want to collect some of the juice, have a play with it, the book said it was narcotic but it seems like too much is needed and the effect isn't that strong. I need some to play with." my mate said.
I didn't ask how she was going to find time to do it, we were about to change up the routine to include afternoons of grinding for our charges and that meant a little more free time.
"Ok, so how are we going to do that and why do you need my help?" I asked her.
She smirked, "Oh its not going to be 'we' collecting, you will distract the plant while I trick it into giving me some juice."
I wanted to see what she was about, so, laughing, agreed.
We wandered over to a bush all on its own, it was a single seed-pod, so could only handle just one girl at a time. "Ok, you ready?" I asked her.
She was still fiddling with the can but said to me, "Yeah, whenever you're ready."
I was about to walk forward, then had a silly notion. And jumped at the plant.
Laughing as it caught me mid-air, wrapping my limbs up snugly. It silenced my giggles with a gag and I felt the refreshing juice flow down into me and, suckling to gain more, felt the trickle increase.
It had positioned me to its liking and I had a good view of what Zoe was up to, even as the vine penetrated my folds, drawing a soft sigh from me into the bloated gag.
Zoe approached the vine and received for her apparent impatience a few vines who wrapped around one of her legs. She giggled as a feeder gag-vine approached.
Clamping her jaw shut, she lifted the cans lip up beside her muzzle and, turning sharply as the vine tried to gain entry, led it into the empty metal receptacle.
Seeds were pushing into me now, stimulating my body, I felt a little detached though, despite having some very distracting orgasms pour their virile energy through me, I wanted to see what Zoe was about.
The vine swelled in the can, sliding deeper due to the tapered entrance, sounds of dribbling fluid hitting the bottom of the can were evident.
The cat had a grin from ear to ear but missed seeing entirely the second feeder vine sneak up on her, to burrow quickly into her surprised mouth.
Happy little suckling sounds came from her now and she began to purr softly as she turned her attention to the vine slowly depositing its nectar into the can.
Gently, she brought her fingers to the length of the thing and began massaging it, working it like a milkmaid worked a teat, and, rewarded by the sound of thick streams of the juice hitting the bottom of the can, she bent all her effort to the task.
My curiosity sated, I relaxed completely into the embrace of the plant, not even trying to clench my muscles around the intruding seeds to bleed more pleasure from the encounter. Content just to let the feelings of the relentless army of burrowing seeds fill me warmly, as they swelled my midsection.
I could hold a lot of seeds now and it was quite a while before the plant would get around to Zoe and her mischievous activity.
Again and again, seeds pressed ever onward, never ceasing their stimulation of my well stretched breeding tunnel.
Soon, I felt the flow cease, the vine withdraw and the ground under my feet again. Mouth freed from the swollen flora, I asked Zoe, "Want me to take this lot away?", gesturing to the can.
But the feeding vine was still buried in it, pumping its juice.
Zoe looked at me, while being lifted to the plants desired position, shrugged her shoulders and then moaned into her gag as the first seed began to push down. The time from when the vine entered and achieved its desired resting place was much shorter for all of us now, our bodies having gotten used to having our cervix relaxed, it was almost second nature for us to be the plants seed receptacles.
I tried to liberate the can, but the gag was anchored tightly so, shrugging, wandered back to the bench to disgorge my cargo.
Eyes closed to the morning sun, I was in a very happy place, we all were, just relaxing, letting our bodies do all the work of ridding us of the hitch-hikers.
It was with a little surprised gasp that I was woken to the feel of a long tongue working around my bulging mound as the seeds popped out into the partially embedded can.
Brix was there, carefully administering her wonderful oral muscle to my deliciously sensitive sex. And it was to that feeling that I felt myself drift again, floating happily on the sea of pleasure the wolf was bringing forth in me.
All too soon my belly was emptied and I stood, displacing the wolf to carry my can to a drying rack.
As I patiently awaited the others to finish, I noticed Brixus performing similar ministrations to Krix, bringing the woman to a moaning orgasm.
As the last of them dumped their seed loads and returned their cans to their proper condition for use, I stopped them from returning to the plants.
"Today we start the refining process." I told them, "The first part of which, is the paring of the outer shell."
I lifted the oldest tray out and carried it over to the huge work-bench of the second open shed. I reached into one of the tool containers and pulled out a knife.
Demonstrating how to pare off the shell, I assigned them each to get a 'dry bucket', one that had been upside down and drying for the same amount of time as the seeds themselves, and set them to work.
It was not overly tiring work, there was a knack to it, but once that was perfected you could let your mind wander to either conversations or introspection. It was after a while that I heard, over the chattering of the workers, Zoe sigh as she slumped onto the bench.
I smiled at the thought of her, stuffed full of seeds and sexually worn out, sitting down and letting the wolf have her way. Reality intruded, I knew Zoe wasn't keen on non-furrs, it wasn't hate or anything, she just wasn't into that, it was something I respected. "How did the milking go Zo?" I called, still working the seeds in my paws.
"Good, got quite a bit before the plant gave up on the can, few more runs like that and I will have enough to play with." She replied.
The conversation had lulled, a 'new thing' happening causing them all to take an interest, "What are you going to do with the juices?" Kren asked her.
"Oh this and that, going to see what I can do with it. You will all be the first to know if I manage something out of this, it will make our job a little more complicated but if there's a worthwhile reward its all money right girls?" She called back.
"Damn right!" a few voices chanted back, breaking into giggling at their choral exclamation.
Once we had pared down the first two days produce, I moved them on to the grinder, this was an easy step so I sent three of them back to the plants to harvest more and to help Zoe with her little scheme while I showed Kren and Mirrin how to operate the grinder.
"This is even easier than harvesting." Mirrin exclaimed, turning the handle on the big machine while the fox girl poured in kernels and swapped catching buckets again and again.
"Yeah, its the last step that's the doozy, once we have all of you able to do this, Zoe and me will spend all our afternoons crushing the ground pieces down to powder." I explained, "The most important thing is don't get the pieces wet, the dried kernel is very very water soluble and just a few drops will ruin a whole lot of profit."
"We got that Crest." Kren said, dumping another load into the big grinders hopper, "No crying, no blowing our noses, no spitting, no washing our paws and no rain dances..."
All three of us broke into giggles then, "Ok, I am off to start the crushing, you seem to have this under control." I was about to take a bucket and head to the enclosed, windowless crushing room when I heard a whine from over near the bench. Brix was laying on the bench on her side, swelled belly evident and looking up at me expectantly.
"Oh babe, you don't need to help." I said, "But, if your up for it..." I grabbed one of the cans and walked around her, patting her flanks and making much fuss of her.
Positioning the can and working it into her tight folds was a little tricky, and I had to stimulate her a bit to loosen her back up enough to insert the can. At last it was secure and I heard the first little 'plop' from inside, "Good girl." I said, patting her and giving her a little lick on her nose.
"I gotta go do some work, you stay here though, get all of those things out of you, your such a good girl." I patted her one last time and, grabbing a pair of full buckets from the grinding duo, entered the last shed, latching the door behind me.
We had changed things a little, gone from a mortar and pestle to a more fluid tool a herbalist in the city had called a 'Yagen', it was a large smooth stone wheel with a curved grinding base. It was up to me to test it out, since Zoe was playing around at other things.
Putting a small pawful of ground up kernels onto the base, I attached a little scribed piece of paper, a spell binding that had cost us a small fortune, to the rock base, and began rolling and crushing the kernels down to powder.
It was much quicker than the mortar and pestle, and soon I had to remove the ward scroll to add more kernels to the mix.
I got into a routine and almost was to the end of the second bucket when there was a knock at the door.
Getting up from my chair I stretched, my muscles telling me I had been there quite a while. Opening the door Jen poked her head in to tell me, "Dinners ready."
I smiled to her, admiring her form, "On my way, just need to finish this last bit.".
"Mind if I watch?" She asked.
I waved her in and got back to my work, soon tossing the last pawful of kernels on the yagen, rolling them down to powder and pouring that into a glass storage case.
I could feel the sable at my back, eyes glued on the tightly packed case, "That's what bliss looks like?" She asked.
"Kinda." I said, "The bliss Trish will be selling will be much whiter than that, it will be mixed down with castor sugar so people can have a pinch without going mad and raping everything in sight that is or isn't nailed to the ground. This stuff..." I paused, remembering what the smallest whiff of the potent powder had done to Zoe and me, "this stuff is to regular bliss like an orgasm is to sucking your finger." I explained.
"Oh." She exclaimed.
We left the shed, closed up tight, to meet at the benches and be passed a plate of stew each, "Mmmm smells good I said, digging in to the meal."
"How did the yagen go Crest? Any improvement? Did the ward do its thing?" Zoe was full of questions.
Finishing my mouthful, "Yeah, the wheel works a lot better, faster too and with the ward on the base no dust could kick up out of the bowl." I reported, "How did your little task go?" I asked back.
"Too early to tell yet, I have four little stills working at different temperatures, one batch is being left to ferment properly, another more naturally, but until I have some results..." and she lifted a small jug, filled to the brim with the juice passing it around the diners.
I took a pull on the sharp liquid, "Mmm that really is nice." I said, "Shame we can't just gather it in huge quantities, could market that on its own, no need to change it."
I passed the jug down the line to Jen. Left to contemplate the dregs the girl shrugged and tipped it up, throat working to swallow the thick pulpy leavings. Sighing contentedly she looked up to me, passing the jug back, "That's the best bit!" She exclaimed and with a sigh fell sideways off the end of the bench.
I dropped the jug and raced to her, checking her pulse and breathing, she was asleep, or so it felt, a smell that wasn't the food or the juice hit my nose then.
Looking down the comatose sable I saw the source, her groin was flooding with liquid. "She's horny as fuck as far as I can tell." I said and reached down to touch at her entrance with a paw.
A feral moan escaped her lips and she started bucking her hips at my paw, "Whoa, she is wired Crest." Kren said.
I looked into the eyes of the fox, she and Jen had become close friends and, as I had found out one night, more. "Come on." I said to her, picking up the whimpering mess at my feet.
I took them both to the crushing shed and, looking into Kren's eyes, asked, "Are you willing to be there for her in this?".
She looked nervously at her friend and lover, gripped in the pain of an induced 'heat', giving a little nod.
I smiled and dipped a paw into the yagen, a thin white sheen covering the pad.
"Bring her." I told the fox and we made for the far edge of the clearing, away from the cabin and all the sheds. "Ok." I said, seeing the distraught fox already working on her loves condition, bringing soft gasps from Jen. "Sniff this." I said, holding out the mercifully lightly dusted digit.
As she sniffed I walked away, sounds of grunting and crying moans all I could hear behind me.
I reached the cabin and Zoe was outside waiting up for me, "How are they doing?" She asked.
I lifted my paw to show her the still present slight white trace, shimmering silver in the dawning moonlight just before I wiped it off into the grass.
"Good plan. But how are you doing?" She then asked and I fell into her arms. "There there." she soothed. I had wanted her so bad... "You can't get everything you want and you did have that time with her and the plant, remember?"
I nodded into my mates shoulder, small tears running down into her fur.
"There's an idea!" She said, pulling back from me and, before I could react, grabbing me up and slinging me over her shoulder, earning an excited laugh from me.
Marching out, she didn't even set me down, just walked with me strait to the big plant.
The plant was obviously confused, as far as a bunch of triggered response nerves could get confused, it lashed around and about and wrapped us tightly together, pressing us nose to nose.
Zoe licked at my muzzle, bringing a smile to my face even as a gag vine came at my maw, which I obligingly opened for the welcome intrusion.
The plant must have been a bit more complex than I thought as a second vine trailed up to likewise, trap my mates cries in her throat.
I felt a vine part my folds and explore my depths. Deeper and deeper it flowed, eventually resting within me and pumping in its load of relaxing liquid. I felt bloated, the stuff normally causing my passage to swell outward was impeded by Zoe's belly, sandwiched against mine, likewise encumbered.
The vine within me gained access to my womb and almost immediately I felt a seed press at my aching lips, parting them and beginning its path down my sensitive flesh tunnel to the waiting cavern deep within me.
A similar bump, just behind the first one, was felt through my belly fur as it was pushed down my mate's passage in an almost exact mirror of my own.
Again and again I felt first my own tunnel stretch, then Zoe's as the plant seeded us well.
The vines around us loosened a little, allowing our bellies to grow, pressed tight against each other. I could feel not only every seed as it was deposited in my reproductive system, but also each and every lumpy intruder in my mates pressing midsection.
I held out as long as I could, my body was trying to tear me over the edge, but I fought it, extending the pleasure of the situation until, with a muffled whimpering moan into the gag, my walls spasmed and clutched at the last seed, deep within me. The rippling walls of my mates groin, pressed tight against my own, extending and drawing further, more intense exclamations from my throat.
Panting as the plant set us down, still wrapped in each others arms, I leaned forward and kissed Zoe, running my tongue around in her mouth and teeth, tasting the plants juice in her.
She was just purring, rubbing alternately my and then her own swelled abdomen.
The pulp is, indeed, always the best part!