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Magick Harvest Chapter 6: Closing the Season By Draconicon

"Well, this has been a magnificent season, hasn't it?"

Lord Albus Masterson leaned over the Storage Tank, looking down at the collected mess that was the sum total of the season's work. Seed from dozens of species and hundreds of donors, all gathered together and kept relatively fresh from the use of selective heating and cooling. None of it would be suitable for breeding now, of course - that particular part of biology couldn't be denied - but the magical energy within it was still going strong, thanks to the efforts of the horse standing beside him.

The Professor reached down, dipping a small metal rod into the goop. It bubbled around the metal, little sparkles of light flying here and there.

"I think I can safely say that we have a high concentration of magick in there, wouldn't you, my old friend?"

"Yes, but it's never a bad thing to be precise."

The old stallion pulled the needle back, reading the measurement it had taken. He had to lean in close, of course, but Albus was used to that. Age played tricks with one and all.

"1.2 million mana-bursts."

"Quite the harvest indeed..."

Particularly considering that almost triples last year's final count, the fox thought to himself. He looked down at the bubbling mess, and then past the Tank to the volunteers that were gathered around it. Not one was clean; they had been putting in a massive amount of work over the last few days, and he would be surprised if any of them had gone home at any time. Most of them had likely stayed overnight, sneaking in what extra work they could...or extra fun, in the case of some.

The fox glanced towards one specific tabby cat. Andrea blushed, looking away from him, but he could see that she wasn't so 'ashamed' as she had been on the first day. The tabby's jumpsuit was spread wide open, cut apart with a claw - a dragon's claw, unless he missed his guess - and she was still oozing some from her last 'milking.' He imagined that she was probably riding high on an orgasm from pure size and from magick.

Then again, she was hardly the only one. Almost every volunteer looked as excited as they were anxious, the males sporting bulges in their jumpsuits - those that still had them - and the females looking like they were going to pop right out of their clothes.

Walking around the top of the Tank, Lord Masterson clapped his hands to get their attention.

"Good news, everyone."

"We're gonna be rich?"

He paused at the shout from the crowd, only to chuckle a bit.

"I'm afraid not. At least, not all of us. The Empire is going to get most of the money from this, after all."

The fox let that sink in for a moment, then continued.

"However, all of you will have the option of taking either a mana-crystal of 2,000 mana-bursts, or the market value of it, for all the work that you've done."

That sparked a much happier reaction, spreading through the assembled volunteers like wildfire. The mutters between them reached his ears, and he smiled as he pretended not to hear them.

"Could live for months off of that..."

"Could get a small airship with a crystal..."

"Always wanted some magic of my own..."

"Wonder how it'd feel as a dildo..."

Hiding his laughter at the last comment, Lord Masterson gestured back at Professor William. The horse stepped forward, coughing and clearing his throat before shouting at the volunteers.

"All of you that want to get a crystal, we got some processing to do. You'll get another hundred mana-bursts to your crystal if you participate; otherwise, there's a table at the back of the warehouse for you to wait at. Go line up there.

"You lot that want to get cash, you'll have to wait a week until we sell this batch. But you're welcome to stick around and help out, or even fuck around."

It was always so charming to see the horse be as direct as he was, but the blushes were as lovely a reward as ever. It was like watching a switchboard turn on with people turning red left and right, and Lord Masterson chuckled to himself. William continued.

"What, you think you had to stop just because the season's over? Come on, we're here to collect cum and jizz from magical creatures. If you wanna pretend that's not perverted, I don't know what's going through your heads."

Indeed, the fox thought as he looked over the young ones - and even the older ones. Anyone that had been here for more than a year knew what they did. If they continued to fool themselves into thinking that it was just a job, then they had worse issues than simple prudishness.

One of the volunteers - Theodore, he remembered the wolf's name as being - stepped forward.

"How can we help with the processing?"

"First, let's find out how many of you want to help. Then I'll explain. Don't want to do it more than once."

"Since when, William?"

The horse turned to him, and shrugged.

"Eh, it's not new anymore. It's like explaining the same lessons to someone simple. Even if I get to brag, it ain't fun anymore."

"I suppose."

He looked out at their volunteers. There'd been quite a few of them at the start of the season, though about a third had dropped out over the course of the work. Not so often because of their problems with nudity and sex - though that had accounted for a handful, to be sure - but because their style of harvesting was hard work. The fox knew that some volunteers weren't used to the sort of exertion that sexual behavior for over eight hours a day actually required; it was more than most people would have guessed, certainly.

But he was pleasantly surprised when almost all of the remaining volunteers stepped forward. Of the seventy or so that had stayed, only ten walked away to get their payment in cash. He recognized most of the ones that stayed; like Andrea, they were all people that had enjoyed their time here more than they were required to, and had put in a great deal of work.

Perhaps they'll get us even more volunteers next year...

He hoped so. It would be nice to expand the warehouse further, and be able to reach for more of the magical creatures in the world.

"Alright, William. I believe we have sufficient volunteers."

"And then some, boss."

The horse cleared his throat again.

"Alright, everyone, listen up. We've been keeping this muck fresh since it's been milked out, taking it up and down in temperature to mimic how it would have been kept in their balls. That means that it's gonna feel about as good as it did coming out the first time. Maybe better; I've seen this stuff get concentrated as all hell when it's been left to sit.

"But it needs a little bit more to get it over the edge. So, here's the question for all of you. Who wants to go swimming in magical jizz?"

It was a slightly reduced crowd that decided to actually help out, by the time the stallion had finished his speech. Fifty individuals, more than they needed, and more than had ever stayed behind for this particular event, had decided that they'd be fine with this operation.

Lord Masterson stood on one of the balconies as their volunteers circled the big Tank. There was plenty of room for them, as it was bigger than some of the Royal Aquariums throughout the city. Nobody wore anything. Jumpsuits and goggles and all accessories were put on the side, leaving all of the volunteers naked.

And it was quite a show. Though females were somewhat under-represented, about fifteen were walking around the edge, occasionally stretching their arms and legs as they got used to being in the nude around non-'donators.' The males also looked rather nervous, but their arousal was pretty easy to spot, as well.

"I guess none of them were raised being nude around others, William."

"Or just never went skinny dipping."

"That too."

He leaned forward, shaking his head. This was one of the more crucial points of the Harvest season. Due to the long build-up of magic in the Tank, there was no point in putting machines in there. It would simply warp around the raw magic that was present, at best leaving the machine inoperable, at worst turning it into something dangerous. They'd found that out on the first year, when they tried using mechanical arms to place the crystals in the base of the thing. One of them had turned into a sentient, tentacular beast.

It still had its role, of course - his wife declared that it was utterly amazing, when he wasn't home - but it wasn't useful for any mechanical function.

Living things, on the other hand, tended to go fairly unmodified on exposure to the magick in the...jizz, as William called it. It seemed to produce a pleasant high, something that they could enjoy as they swam around and afterwards - orgiastically so, in some cases - but it didn't alter their fundamental selves.

And the crystals that the volunteers carried had to placed appropriately inside of the Tank. If they were out of place, which would happen if they were simply dropped inside, then the magic would be absorbed in unequal measures, and nobody would know how much energy was in each crystal before hooking it up to the device it would power. They couldn't sell something like that.

Every person on the floor had at least five crystals to place, which they'd do by swimming down to the bottom of the tank, placing them in the proper receptacles, and then coming back up. It was a simple operation...though perhaps a rather dirty one.

Lord Masterson half-wished that he was down there, himself. The first three years, he'd been part of the diving operation, until they had enough volunteers to justify him not being part of it. In truth, the fox missed it; the feeling of magical seed rushing against his fur and his sheath was a joy that he rarely felt anymore. But image had to be maintained, even if it was at the cost of some personal pleasure.

Letting out a regretful sigh, he tapped his cane against the railing a few times to get their attention.

"This is the final session of this Harvest season. I want to say a few words, before you dive into the Tank.

"First, your work this year has been impeccable. Thanks to your efforts, and the exuberant lusts of our contributors, we have harvested triple our best record since the conception of this company. For that, you all deserve a round of applause."

He clapped his hands, and so did William. Gradually, it spread through the naked men and women around the tank, though they still seemed a mite embarrassed. Hopefully that would fade; doubtlessly, the seed would help it along.

"Second, I hope that you take something away from this season apart from money, apart from magic and memories. This process, of taking the gift of magic from another person with this pleasure, is something that I came up with as my means to support the Empire. But there are so many other things that we can learn from this.

"Through this season, I have no doubt that you've shared your bodies and your feelings in ways that you would never have dared beyond these walls. You have indulged yourselves in ways that, perhaps, you think you shouldn't have. Even now, the judgment that the outside society sets on anything but the most hidden and traditional forms of intercourse is pressing down on you, and you are starting to second-guess whether you should come back next year.

"And I tell you this. Think of the pleasure. Think of the joy. Think of the simple, effortless fun that you've had together. Think of how many smiles you've seen while you've been working, both on the faces of the dragons and the gryphons and the other contributors, and on the faces of your coworkers. Think of the bliss that you've had here, and how free it has been. How free it's made all of you to be yourselves.

"There is nothing wrong with that. There is nothing wrong with anything that you've done here. As the Harvest season grants release to many creatures that we could see as freaks, so too does it grant release to us, release and freedom to be ourselves."

The fox shook his head, smiling at them.

"This, this is the real gift that I think the Harvest season can give. To give freedom to each other to let go of judgment, to let go of standards, and just...be open. I ask that you remember that, when you leave, and practice it when you can."

Silence filled the room as he reached the end of his speech, and Lord Masterson shook his head. He wasn't quite sure what had moved him to share something like that. After all, this year had been the biggest turnout yet for volunteers, and he had gotten the best work that he ever had. But...

But at the same time, he wanted this to expand. It would, naturally, on its own, but he wanted it to grow faster. This ease of pleasure, this open-mindedness, shouldn't be a thing that happened only during the Harvest. It should be a state of mind for the whole year, for as many people as possible.

He shook his head, starting to open his mouth, when the tabby cat started to clap. It spread from her to Theodore, and from there to the rest of the volunteers. They put their hands together and gave him a round of applause that he had hardly expected, and the fox smiled down at them.

"Thank you, thank you. Now, enough of my sappy words. I imagine that you're ready to earn your bonus, so step to the edge of the Tank, if you will."

They did, en masse. Toes and claws hung over the edge as they looked down into the bubbling, sparkling, rolling liquid below, and he saw a few of them licking their lips.

"Now, just a reminder. There is to be no swallowing while swimming -"

A mass of groans met that comment, and the young lord chuckled.

"I am sorry, but there is only so much of the mess down there. If you swallow too much of it, it'll eat into all of our paychecks. So, please, restrain yourselves as much as you can."

Reluctantly, they nodded, and Lord Masterson nodded in return.

"Alright. Each crystal will fit into only one sort of hole. I am sure that you can find what ones you need. Feel free to take as long as you need. The seed is fine for up to twelve hours uncovered, and if you are worried about the fur, please don't be concerned. The crystals don't need to suck up the liquid, only the magic. Whatever you might lose will stay right where it is.

"Ready? Go!"

The fifty volunteers all jumped in, one after another. Some dove in, while others backed up a step and leaped in like someone at a swimming pool. Magical seed went flying here and there, and for once, he was glad that the liquid wasn't right up to the brim of the Tank; they would have lost valuable product if it had been.

He leaned against the rail, tail twitching from side to side as he watched the volunteers swim around. As expected, some of them weren't bothering to dive down, but instead enjoy the feeling of the magical seed against them. Some were lying on their backs, floating on top of the muck, as the magick soaked into their bodies. It would never be much - the body's own system rejected that sort of magick, as a matter of course; it was too wild for anything to get through - but he was glad that most of them were serious about this.

William walked up behind him, one large hand settling on his rump. The fox didn't fight it, even as the old man's fingers slipped further and further under his tail.

"Are you thinking of something, Albie?"

"How many times do I have to ask you not to call me that?"

"Probably as many times as you have breath for. After all, it's never been an order."

"As if I could order you around, old friend."

"Heh, no. That's up to me to do, isn't it?"

Lord Masterson rolled his eyes, even as he felt the stallion's fingers digging into his rump. It was pleasant, as it always was. Thick fingers working over his ass, the horse moved closer still, until the lord could feel a thick bulge rubbing up against his rump.

"Remind me, Albie. How deep is the Tank?"

"About forty feet, perhaps a little bit more."

"And how far up are we?"

"Perhaps ten feet more than that."

"Ah, yes, yes. I should have remembered from the designs..."

The fox blinked, particularly as the horse's other hand grabbed him by the hips. Suddenly, the math of how far down it was, compared to the depth of the seed inside of the Tank, and how they were almost perfectly lined up -

"William, this isn't a diving board!"

"No, but you best have perfect form, my lord."

In a move that was as expert as it was unexpected, the horse somehow managed to flip him right out of his pants, and over the railing. The fox shouted as he went flying head over heels towards the Tank, only barely managed to right himself in time. His fingers parted the seed in the tank, and he slid straight towards the bottom with barely a splash.

Immediately, the pleasurable tingles of the magick around him started tickling his sheath. He held his breath as he kicked off of the bottom, heading towards the surface again. It was difficult to find his way around in the slick, gooey stuff, and harder still to fight through the thicker material. It was much heavier than water, after all.

But his body remembered it, and his muscles weren't that out of shape. He reached the surface and threw his head back, sucking in air as quick as he could. A soft groan escaped his muzzle as the various volunteers turned to stare at him, some of them looking terrified, others licking their lips.

"I apologize for the interruption, everyone. My friend seemed to think that I needed a bath. Though I do believe he could have picked a better time!"

The last was shouted back up towards the railing, where William was shamelessly stroking himself through the bars. Shaking his head, the fox swam towards the edge of the Tank, only to pause with another problem.

Nudity wasn't so much of a bother. In fact, he had been nude during a few demonstrations throughout the season for the volunteers, and more than once had been aroused during it. However, if he were to walk off...

Well, I did say that I was missing this.

"Is anyone having trouble finding where the crystals go?"

"Afraid I am, m'lord."

The fox nodded, swimming back to a mouse on the far side of the Tank. Already feeling his shirt and waistcoat mutating under the effects of the Magick, Lord Masterson pulled them off and threw them onto the platform above. Someone could wring the seed out of that later. He swam over to the mouse, and hid a smile as his swelling cock bumped into a smaller, but no less hard one.

"How many do you have left?"

"Four, s-sir."

"Alright, then give me two, and I'll help you out."

"But...but sir -"

"Heh, don't you worry. I've done this before."

The mouse hesitantly offered him two of the crystals - one cut in a simple up and down shape, a small 100 mana-burst size, and the other a four point star, 1,000 mana-bursts - and the fox took them.

"A challenge for you, Mr..."

"Oh, my name's Bernard, sir."

"A challenge, Mr. Bernard. If you can find your two holes, and plug them with the crystals before I can, then I will give you a chance to have some fun with a lord's rump. If you fail, I get the same privilege with yours."

"I..."

"Come come, you're a strong young man, and you can swim faster than me, surely."

"Well..."

He felt the mouse's cock throb beneath the swell of seed, and knew what Bernard's answer would be before he said it.

"Okay -"

"Wonderful. Let's get started."

Lord Masterson groaned as he joined the other volunteers in climbing out of the pool. It had gone relatively well, but he'd somewhat overestimated his abilities to keep up with the rest of the crowd.

I swear, William adjusted the holes on the bottom this time. Nothing was where I remembered it, he thought as he remembered his search. He had taken almost thirty minutes to find the right spots for the crystals.

Bernard, on the other hand...

The mouse was rather eagerly fondling his rear as the pair of them walked down the stairs, the mouse's slender fingers giving him a number of hearty squeezes. It was rather different than the feeling he got when William did it. Less hard, and more finessed. Less rough, and more confused. But eager, nonetheless.

"Would you mind waiting for a moment, Bernard?"

"O-oh, sorry. I mean, I thought that you actually -"

"I do mean to pay the terms of the bet. Don't fret about that. However, I do still need to make a small speech."

He patted the mouse on the head.

"Why don't you go dry off, and I'll be with you again in a moment?"

With the young man off to the towels, the fox dragged himself back up the railings towards the masturbating stallion. William grinned at him, and Albus glared back.

"What...in the world...was that for?"

"Oh, nothing. You just looked like you were missing out on the fun."

"Yes, well...you were right, of course."

"I'm always - nngh - right."

He looked down at the stallion's cock, and realized that he was right in the blast zone, in the middle of a walkway that had no dodge room, unless he wanted to leap over the side and dunk himself in the Tank again. Lord Masterson sighed, and took it on the chin. Well, more on the muzzle, but in either case, he was soon smeared in horse cum as well as the collected mess that filled the Tank.

"Can I have a towel? Please?"

"Sorry, Albie, they're all down on the ground floor."

"Then I'll just have to use your coat then, won't I?"

"Wha-hey! Not the coat!"

Lord Masterson deliberately ignored the horse's complaints as he rubbed his face clean on the coat, and then went to work using it to wring out his tail, wipe down his feet, and clear out his ears. It was hardly all of the mess, but was the majority.

"Now, if you would start the compression process, I am going to go get dressed."

"But what about my coat?"

"What about it, Professor Pervert?"

He shook his head with a small smile as he walked towards the quarters he kept for himself on the top floor of the warehouse. The fox had a few changes of clothes there, if William hadn't already gotten rid of them. And if he had...well, he could do the speech in the nude, but he wouldn't do it soaked in seed.

Lord Masterson arrived as the tank just after it was sealed, having found at least a dressing robe that he could wear. The rest of his clothes had been either destroyed or strangely 'missing,' so it would have to do. Clearing his throat, he called for everyone's attention.

"In a few hours, you will receive your payment for the season. The Tank will work on compressing the magical power down into the crystals, and when it's all done, about 90% of the liquid in the tank will be gone, absorbed into the crystals you helped place. Consider yourselves heroes, ladies and gentlemen. Through your efforts, the Empire will have the magickal energy it needs to power machines, homes, and defenses for another year to come."

The volunteers blushed at that, and Lord Masterson turned to the machine. He'd barely turned when a gasp came out from the crowd. He turned back, and the blush was worse.

"What's the matter?"

Nobody said anything, only staring at him. He blinked, and turned around again -

A snigger. A snigger, followed by barely stifled laughing. He turned again, and the crowd was still once more.

Instead of turning around again, the fox reached down the back of his dressing gown. Silk, silk, silk, then right below the tail...a gap. A gap cut out of the rope, that let his ass just fall out in public. His eyes went wide...and then he laughed.

"Well, it seems that the Professor, or someone else, has decided to play a prank on me."

The crowd went silent, and he knew that they were suddenly worried that he would blame one of them. The fox let that linger for a few seconds, only to shake his head with a chuckle.

"Looks like the joke's on me. Bernard, if you would?"

He waved at the mouse, and as soon as the rodent stood beside him, the lord reached down and fondled the volunteer's sheath. It quickly responded, a small but thick cock rising upwards. He kept up the strokes, even as Bernard moaned at his side.

"I told you before, I encourage openness and open-mindedness in this compound. And as final proof, I'm keeping a bet that I made with this little mouse. I told him that if he could get all of his crystals placed before I did mine, he would get a chance at a lord's rump. And he did."

The crowd stared as he turned around, pressing his exposed rump right up against the mouse's sheath. In no time, fur-less hands grabbed his hips, and that stubby, thick cock pressed right against his hole. The residual magick cum made him nice and slick, and the mouse slid right in.

Lord Masterson leaned against the Tank as he was rutted hard, fucked right there in front of a dozens of people. Doubtlessly there were a few high borns there, but most were commoners...people that had never...ever seen someone like him...get dominated...by someone else...

The fox moaned as he reached down, stroking himself to the mouse's thrusts, but more, stroking himself to the feeling of being seen like this. Nobody outside could ever dare see him like this. They'd ruin his reputation, they'd take away everything he had...

But in here...

That's it, boy...rut me...rut me good...rut me like one of you...

Lord Masterson moaned out loud as he was fucked, his chest pressed right up against the Tank as the mouse took him from behind. Those little fingers dug in hard along his hips, pulling him back against each thrust, and making his ass bounce against the mouse's crotch.

He heard the mutters as he was taken, blushing at some of the things they said. Commenting on how much he loved it, how he wasn't being too lordly at that point. Never cruel, though; teasing, but never cruel. The fox pushed back, feeling his hole stretch, almost burning from how thick that cock was, and he groaned.

Bernard leaned back, and the angle of his thrusts changed, slamming right against the fox's prostate. Lord Masterson gasped louder, his eyes rolling back in his head as his cock slid along the sides of the Tank, oozing pre against it constantly.

"Man, wish he'd made the bet with me..."

"Heh, if he'd done it with you, you'd be the one getting rutted like that."

"Heh, wouldn't complain too much about that."

The mouse was making him feel so good, and the Lord couldn't stop himself from pushing his ass back against that cock. Bernard grunted in surprise, stopping for a moment, and the fox groaned.

"Don't stop...don't stop..."

"Heh...as you command, my lord."

The hands gripped him tighter, one spanking him hard before the thrusts started up again. Each one slammed him forward against the Tank, the mouse's thrusts surprisingly strong. His cock slid against glass panels and metal plates, his copious pre making the slides frictionless and easy, and he panted as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.

He was almost there when the mouse pulled out. The fox gasped at that, shuddering as his hole twitched and clenched on nothing. He bit his lip as he felt the hot rain of cum falling on his ass, painting it white as Bernard stroked himself to a finish.

He was so close...so very close...

"You want to cum, 'Lord' Masterson?"

The slight edge of teasing in the mouse's voice - not quite covering his nervousness, but almost - almost took the fox over the edge. Instead, he nodded, panting.

"Heh...then why don't you ask one of us to keep going?"

"Please..."

"What's that?"

"Please...one of you...just...fuck me!"

He wasn't sure which one answered...but he already had a good feeling that it wouldn't end with just one more.

As the volunteers filed out of the building, crystals or cash vouchers in hand, Lord Masterson laid down on one of the couches in his private quarters. Professor William was already filling a small bag with ice, measuring it by hand for weight.

"I have to say, that was a hell of a show."

"Well...they deserved a bonus for all the hard work they did."

"A bonus? I think you got fucked by all the males that were there. And half the females, for that matter; where'd they find the strap-ons?"

"Where, indeed?"

He hissed as the stallion put the ice bag on his rump, shaking his head. He'd let everything get a little too out of hand, considering how sore he felt now. Honestly, he wasn't sure that he would be able to do anything tomorrow, but it had been worth it. He felt...satisfied, in a way.

William slipped a piece of paper down to him, and the lord blinked.

"What is this?"

"Oh, just your permission for me to claim my bonus."

"Let me consider that."

He did, for a moment. Then he ripped the paper up, into sixteen identical pieces, before throwing it in the air. Settling on his arms, he was treated to the delightful show of the stallion running all around, gathering the pieces of paper in his hands.

"Oh come on, I worked hard this year too."

"Yes, and you were rewarded every night with that 'bonus' of yours. And right now, it hurts, and needs a break. If you want a 'bonus,' why don't you find that dragon in the back room? He's been doing magic theory work all night, and he could use a break."

"That guy? He's such a size queen that I'd barely feel anything."

"Did I mention that he's found a spell to make someone feel virgin tight again?"

The stallion was gone at the word 'virgin,' leaving Lord Masterson with the chance to relax. He laid his head on his arms and slowly closed his eyes, his breath coming nice and slow as he started drifting off.

All in all, it had been a great season...but he already had ideas to make next year even better.

The End