Flora Commission: A Baking Steal Part 1

Story by ReynartWrites on SoFurry

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Summary: Visiting a new place and experiencing new things sounds fun! Putting yourself in a little danger with a shady merchant in a black-market bazaar is just as fun.


Dewclaw was a city of commerce where trade ran thick through bustling markets. The weather typically remained warm and today was no different with the sun glaring down from above. That being said, most folk who came to Dewclaw for the trade didn't seem to mind the heat much. In part, because there were enchantments that could solve that, but also because most of the real shopping happened beneath the city instead of above it. Underneath the city was Dewclaw's worst-kept secret hidden through a network of tunnels and caves like veins. It was in those caverns and chambers that bazaars were set up with various tents and stalls. You could find many things in this place, objects that were rare and valuable, simple things that could help you every day, and of course, illegal things. Officials turned a blind eye because it made a pretty penny and for the most part, would even be happy to point you in the right direction if you were looking for something specific. It was in this den of allowed illegality that a stranger wandered about with bright violet eyes. She was a satyr with beige fur and greenery growing around her shoulders and above one of her ears. A shawl adorned her shoulders with a hook that had been drawn back to let her see the splendor of the market. Most other patrons had their hoods up but there were others that didn't care, mostly the ones stopping to argue about prices and haggle. Fruct had come here on a simple curiosity rather than a singular purpose. She had wanted to see for herself what the market was all about since she had no idea of its existence despite it being so famous. Somehow, it had evaded her notice even though everyone and their collective mothers not only shopped here but also talked about it openly. While she hadn't specifically come down here for any particular object, her eyes were drawn to various stalls with interesting things here and there. Nothing that she saw she particularly needed, but of course, there had to be at least one place that caught her eye.

It was a large tent with a sign next to the entrance that had a carving of a rolling pin on it. Fruct made confections for a living so the prospect of a little shop in this odd illegal place that dealt with anything related to baking interested her immensely. She walked through the crowd, a big smile on her face as she thought about all the weird things that she might see. Honestly, she didn't know what to expect since she had never been here but the prospect alone was enough to put a bounce in her step. Fruct knew that she must have come off like a weird tourist, but she supposed that's exactly what she was. She had come here only to gawk and the prospect in being able to participate in an open illegal market was exciting. Sure, it was kind of sanctioned and part of the general culture, but that just made it more interesting!

On her way to the tent, there were a few individuals who called her over who managed to distract her. There had been someone selling potions that smelled absolutely divine, and though she was not interested in transforming into another creature, she was very curious about what the potion maker had put in their concoctions to make them smell so good. When she managed to extract an answer she moved toward the next voice that happened to be a stall with what appeared to be things related to her profession. It turned out that what she had thought were cooking utensils were actually wands. The shopkeeper behind the stall made a presentation by setting their hand on fire, which they promptly dipped in water after yelping. That wasn't quite what she needed or wanted.

Fruct was getting distracted from her eventual goal, but it was hard not to. There were so many voices buzzing here and there, so many objects that shimmered and glowed, and there was also the mystery. Just like the wands, there were plenty of other things that were enchanted with magic and many of them, with mysterious effects. She saw someone selling a compact that actually altered your affinity toward earth the longer you held it for those who wanted to attune themselves more to nature. There was a particular merchant who was selling bracelets, but the bracelets regulated temperature in the extreme for those whose bodies were more accustomed to areas with frigid temperatures or extreme heats. There were almost enough oddities that she forgot her original desire of going to the tent with the rolling pin sign, almost. Fruct found herself wanting to wander around a bit more, particularly toward a stall selling spicy treats. Her focus returned to her after she saw someone eating one of those spicy treats catch ablaze briefly. Right, rolling pin tent.

The tent was nearby waiting for them as she had only been exploring the area around it. She brushed aside the flaps and stepped inside, finding herself in an area that was a bit larger than she had expected. Rugs covered the floor except where there were shelves and various displays with what turned out to appear to be the most mundane of things. There were bags of flour, containers of yeast, various herbs and spices that she had memorized by name long ago, and more of the same. Her ears twitched as she walked into the oddly normal store until she came to the front where a desk had been set along with a display. A small sign hung on the display marking the ingredients within as special offerings. While the rest of the store had appeared normal enough, the things in that display case were odd indeed!

There were eggs of varying size, ingredients which she thought she recognized but came in different colors. Fruits, roots, and vegetables which she couldn't even begin to say where they had come from. There was even a utensil or two in there most likely also enchanted. She ran a hooved digit over a spice rack near the display and found herself boggled again. There was even a strange bag labeled star sugar. Curious, she narrowed her eyes and leaned in close to see if there were any details on the bag.

"Curious thing, isn't it?" Said a voice with a chuckle.

She hopped from the surprise, bleating like a common goat while she looked around for the source of the voice. Fruct eventually found herself face to face with a fox standing behind the counter wearing a big smile. He was coated in golden shimmering fur that seemed to shift colors here and there from darker to lighter while his eyes were deep garnets. He wore a poncho like most aurorian foxes and he had one arm on the counter.

When she had caught her breath from that surprise, she placed her hand on her chest and sighed, "Yes. You're right. There's a lot of things up at the front that are interesting. I figured everything in here was just, y'know, normal until I saw the display."

The fox stepped back and clapped his hands together, "I'm glad you can see quality! Of course, the normal stuff is because people often shop down here for bargains that might as well be steals. I'll not lie, the rare things you see in the front are expensive but the regular things are cheaper than usual."

Fruct blinked, "Expensive? Are these things upfront really that pricey? How much for the sugar then?"

Her eyes watched as the storekeeper passed a hand over the bag and a price tag appeared. She read off the price to herself, mouthing the number a few times before choking, "Excuse me?!"

"I told you it is expensive. I make and find most of the ingredients you see there. The produce is difficult to find and typically put me in a bit of danger. Everything else has a particular enchanted touch to it to add an extra kick to whatever it is you're cooking."

She raised a brow at that and crossed her arms, "Enchanted? What exactly do things do? In particular, the sugar?"

He placed a hand over his chest and beamed, "Why, I assure you that everything in the shop is perfectly safe for consumption and will not transform you in any way at all. That's what the back of the store is for." Before she could ask about that comment, the fox continued, "Now, the sugar, in particular, adds a spark of what I would call life to your food. The sweetness is dulled but instead, it enhances the other capabilities of the food. It is perfect when you don't want to overload a dish with sweetness. For instance, jellies, custards, jams, flans, and puddings.

A sugar that didn't overwhelm with sweetness sounded fine and dandy, but that price! It was almost enough to make her want to turn tail and walk out of the tent, but at the same time, she really liked the prospect of what he was saying. Something that was too sweet could overwhelm the other flavors in what she was trying to do. If her hand slipped then a flan she made could end up tasting like a sugar paste instead of a treat touched with rich flavors almost similar to coffee at times.

With a breath, she asked, "Is there any way to lower the price on this particular product?"

The fox chuckled, "Caught your eye, has it? I suppose this is a market, a bazaar of sorts, and that haggling isn't discouraged so I'll let you haggle."

Fruct watched the smiling fox as he leaned over with his elbows on the counter and his chin placed atop of his hands. He was absolutely enjoying this, meaning, he wasn't likely to lower the price. If this were a normal situation then she might have found herself getting annoyed, or frustrated about the price and the nature of the haggle, but instead, she found herself growing more excited. This was a back alley deal held in an illegal market with illegal objects. The enchanted sugar most likely wasn't sold regularly because there was some sort of side effects or ethical quandaries with its production. In fact, she was very aware that she could be buying something cursed, but wasn't that part of the experience?

She soon found herself smiling bigger and bigger as she thought aloud, "Well, I don't think you're going to give me a discount on this no matter how much I ask, maybe a little bit if I beg and that entertains you, right?"

A snicker came from the fox as he replied, "Smart cookie. You're right on all accounts my grassy friend. I would most likely only bring the price down by just a little bit. There are plenty of other biting customers and I cater to a special clientele who make orders so this place is mostly a side deal."

With that much information given, she figured she would have to trade for something, but for what? Humming, she crossed her arms and looked up at the top of the tent while speaking aloud, "I doubt you want me to risk my life for something special that you want because it looks like you're capable of doing that kind of thing on your own. Doesn't look like you need employees either, right?"

"Right again on both accounts but I love the deductive energy you're bringing to the table, so please do keep going."

Fruct then looked back at the fox with a grin, "You're also a bit of a jerk who likes playing games. I don't mind too much because I guess this is just part of the illegal trade business."

The fox laughed, "I can't fault you for saying that as all I've done is prod and tease a new customer, so fair enough. If you have all that information, then what do you think that I'd trade the sugar for."

She hooked a digit under the clasp of her shawl and beamed, "Slash half the price and I'll blow you, give me the bag for free since you admitted you don't need the money, and I'll let you at my body any way you want."

For a moment, she thought that the fox would scoff and tell her off as he slapped his hands on the counter, but instead, he said with a grin, "Now that's a deal! Not often that I get customers looking for that, and I do value things out of the ordinary. For the low price of free, I'll get to use your body as I see fit."

A small fluster ran the course of her face as she cleared her throat, "I guess we should introduce ourselves before this then."

"Should we? Isn't it part of the illicit and quite illegal experience to simply be two strangers crossing in destiny's back alley?" Said the fox with a wink.

Fruct found the flush on her face growing just a bit as she laughed and placed a set of digits over her mouth, "I guess that's true."

The fox hopped onto the front counter and brought his legs over, tugging his poncho up enough to show a set of balls and a sheathe, "Also part of our seedy back alley meeting is the thrill of being right at the entrance to the store where anyone can walk in." He then gripped the sheathe, red tip sliding out slowly as he tugged back and breathed out, "Should I be the kind stranger, or should I be a bit rough."

Her response came with a snicker as she stepped forward and grabbed onto his growing shaft, running a thumb along the tip as it grew while she spoke, "You could always go for the devious approach instead of being an absolute goof."

With a smile, the shopkeeper leaned back and sighed, "That would be difficult, because as odd and mysterious as I am, I am also very charismatic."

"And sometimes annoying." Fruct snorted.

"And sometimes annoying." Repeated the fox with a chuckle.

Despite thinking that his antics were annoying, she was still smiling. The jokes and the teases made her just a bit more comfortable, but part of her wondered how it would feel to sink into the true root of the situation. If the fox were less shady and more dangerous then it might present a different type of thrill, and a different type of challenge to surmount. Still, a goofball with questionable ethics would do.

To earn that sugar, Fruct leaned down and began planting pecks along the side of the shaft, the fox's hand resting atop of her head to guide her lips lower and lower until she was at his balls. She gave each a gentle kiss before opening her mouth to let her tongue drag against each, her body shivering as she felt their warmth. What would be in store for her here? Would he use these precious orbs to fill her to the brim? Or perhaps would he paint a picture on her face? So many questions, so many curiosities to explore!

Her tongue dragged over each orb, moving underneath just a bit to pull them up and take one into her mouth to suckle. The cock in her hand kept on twitching in response, kept on growing while her mouth kept on working. A breath came from the fox, a single sound carrying over her head that brought her to a shudder. It was a languid sigh full of the result of her work. The thought of this being a deal, an exchange was growing in her mind, but it wasn't shameful. Instead, Fruct found herself about to giggle while sucking on the fox's balls. Part of her even thought about taking her compact out to take a picture for memories sake, and to ask the fox to take pictures from his perspective as well. That being said, why did she have to make memories when she could always come back here again?

The length twitching against her touch had finally stopped growing, her thumb tracing the underside of the tip to get a good feel of that girthy heat. She then pulled her mouth off of his balls and looked up at him with a smile, "Is that enough prep time or should I be doing more?"

Fruct blinked as an answer was given in the form of those digits at the back of her head clasping through the fur. Her mouth was brought to the tip of the fox's cock and soon enough, her nose was pushed against the shopkeeper's crotch. He dragged her mouth up and down over his shaft, Fruct trembling in response to the pulsing heat pushed against her tongue and deep into her throat. She gagged a few times but this was just part of the game, right? A rough and tumble criminal type taking his time and enjoying himself with her. Of course, she knew that he wasn't a mean sort at all. There were little pauses here and there along with taps along the back of the head as if to make sure she could breathe and was aware when he was going to stop to let her take breaths.

When the fox took her back up to the tip, he sighed, "There we are, now I think I'm ready. Of course, your mouth has been rather accommodating. Unfortunately in the spirit of good play, I think one cumshot for one bag of sugar is all that I should charge. Aren't I nice?"

She had a witty retort in mind but her mouth was dragged down to the base of the shaft, her nose met with the fluff of his crotch before she was dragged back up all the way and off of the tip. Fruct still managed to huff, "Nice enough to give me a good deal but not nice enough to give me a fair warning, huh?"

The fox grinned, "Would you prefer I tried my best at romancing you?"

Again, she found the heat along her face growing further as she got up and sniffed, "No thanks. That wouldn't exactly fit what we're going for here." She then moved over and placed her hands on the counter, hiking her hips up with her rear out and presenting, "You just want to get off and seal the deal, and I just want my sugar, so go ahead and use me how you want. Make this customer yours."

Fruct swore she saw a glint in his eyes out the corner of her gaze as he got off of the counter and leaned over her. One of his hands grasped her rear, claws pressing just a bit while his voice came out in a low rumble, "Keep talking like that and you might find out just how shady this fox is."

A shiver went down her spine from the rumble of that voice, from the quiet edge hiding behind the tone and the grip on her rear. Her own shaft was already hard, but there was another place she wanted satisfied that she hoped they would notice. Just behind her balls near the taint was a slit waiting to be used, dripping just a bit with arousal. The tip of the shopkeeper's cock brushed along it, teasing the hole, poking, and prodding while she shuddered. If he decided to go raw then she had a solution, so she didn't mind, but the fact that he was teasing without saying, the fact that he was just feeling her up as if she were a product to be handled in exchange was causing sparks in her mind to fire off. Her gut feeling had been right and he slid inside nice and raw without any word, that twitching length stretching her open while he bit down on her ear. Perhaps normally she would have huffed and puffed about it, but the situation held so much sway for her that she had trouble even articulating her thoughts among the heated fog gathering in her head. The sharp fangs on her ears, the claws at her rear moving to her hips. These things in particular made her feel like she was about to be taken by a true beast.

The first movement was slower than she expected, a push that eased the shaft inside inch by inch. Fruct had expected him to pound inside, but instead, he was taking his time sliding inside of her. Each extra inch placed inside of her caused her to shiver and shake as her insides clamped around the fox's cock. A few more pushes and she felt his balls pressing against hers, the claws at her hips suddenly gripped tightly. The slight pinch caused her to bounce just a bit, her back arching as the fox began moving with the force she had expected in the first place. Each thrust was firm enough to jolt her forward, the shaft prodding at her deepest reaches with each push. Those pointed fangs moved from her ear as well to clamp down on her neck for a better spot to gnaw on. She breathed out, shaking, wondering how far the shopkeeper would take it, but was also glad that he seemed to be only pressing the fangs in the location instead of marking her with them. He could very well prod just a bit harder, just a bit more and she would find herself not able to hide what she had been up to.

Unable to hide her pleasure, Fruct began to sigh and groan aloud, the sound of her ass being struck by his hips over and over again joining the song as a line of percussion. He kept on thrusting faster and faster until she felt the base of the shaft swelling, pushing her slit with a desire to slide on in. Part of her wanted to tell him to pull out, to not get too carried away, but instead, it came out as a gasp for more. He reached down to grab one of her thighs, claws digging in as he brought her leg up. The fangs on her neck moved away as his free hand moved to the back of her head to push her cheek against the counter. In this position, he tugged her back while thrusting forward, knot kissing her entrance over and over again until it slid inside with a wet pop. She cursed quietly to herself while she felt the gush of her insides and the twitch of her shaft spraying mark her climax. Panting, tongue hanging out, she tried not to quake like a leaf while she heard the shopkeeper growling, as she felt heated and thick liquid begin firing off inside of her from that twitching shaft. Her insides were thoroughly painted, her body feeling just a bit more chubby by the end of it.

When the fox pulled out, he let go of her thigh and gave her rear gentle swat, "That was very satisfactory! You may take one bag with you home but before that, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

Fruct nodded sluggishly in agreement, barely able to register much over the sparks in her mind. To the shopkeeper's credit, he genuinely helped her get steady again and provided space for her to clean up. He even checked on the spots where his claws and fangs had been for abrasions. There were only a few bruises that he offered ice for but she didn't think she needed it. Once she had the bag of sugar over her shoulder, she shook the shopkeeper's hand and turned tail to walk away with a big smile on her face.

"Enjoy the sugar and remember, be careful what you buy in a market like this." Came the fox's voice.

She raised a brow and turned her head, but only saw the shopkeeper smiling. With a shrug, she walked away while humming to herself. A new experience and new sugar to add under her belt. She was absolutely going to make some post-sex flan. Maybe she'd even come back with some flan for the shopkeeper if he was still around.