Seed capital
#3 of Business Venture in Seeds
I woke after a busy week, the plant had, over that time, stretched both our supple bellies to the point where we were beginning to have trouble carrying the weight of the seeds it could stuff within us. We had a huge pile of seeds that were dried and, with the equipment we brought, shouldn't take too long to pack them down to a finished product.
But, our supplies were running low, we had to allow for the trip back and the days to process... "Babe." I said, "We have a problem, it will take us three days of heavy work to clear this load, but we can only allow for two days of full meals."
She looked at me with worry, "But, we need to get these processed and ready before the mositure in the air re-hydrates them. If we don't we may end up creating the most massive maidens-bane bush ever." She giggled.
I thought for a moment, "That's it!" I shouted, my voice rising to a yippy high, "We can use the bushes for sustenance for the morning and process all afternoon. That will make it..." I ran the numbers again, "Four days of work and we would have enough meals, particularly if we made one last, uh, inspection of the bush before we left." I blushed happily, not only would it mean we get to pack all the stuff we had dried, I would get more time bound up and panting, my mate at my side.
She tilted her head to the side a little, "Well, personally I think your just horny as fuck but what you suggest makes sense." She looked thoughtful for a moment, "What are we going to do with the left over seeds?"
I leered, "Well, you know the business plan, its likely that we will need more bushes here besides this one, if we are going to make this work.".
My loving mate, Zoe, just nodded, "Well then, we need a full nights sleep if we are going to get stuffed with seeds and wander the bush in the morning then work our arses off in the afternoon."
"Yeah." I yawned. I had an itch that could do with scratching, but a good nights sleep sounded even better than rolling around with my Serval mate.
The morning dawned, we were up just as light was filtering through the trees, into our little clearing. I started unpacking the gear we would need for the afternoon while Zoe checked the drying stock.
Both satisfied, I took her hand and we started walking toward the bush.
"Cres, tell me how rich we are going to be when this is all going?" She said as we approached the overly friendly flora.
"Babe, we are going to be so fucking rich our taxes will require a money handler all of their own to calculate and count." I whispered into her ear, making her shudder. Neither of us had been born in well-to-do families, I had turned to a life of petty theft while Zoe had started out thirsting for knowledge about plants, she was a botanist at heart.
As I felt the vines secure me, lifting and feeding me through its gag-vine, that I sucked at greedily, I reminisced about our first meeting...
This place didn't look rich, far from it, but I had heard there was some things here, some books, that I had a buyer for. Padding quietly down to the main library, keeping my tail tight against my back, I recalled what they were named, and drew a complete blank.
"Fuck" I said softly.
I rounded the door into the large library, hoping that the more expensive books would be prominently displayed as I looked into the room though my heart sank...
"UGH" I moaned out loud, the succession of seeds pushing into me tearing me from my reminiscing. An orgasm poured through me, the afterglow of which allowed me to go back to that night...
Hundreds of thousands of books, big books, big enough to need a trolley to move, small books, they could almost be swallowed. Books everywhere, "Fucking everywhere!" I said under a growl, just as I heard a gasp from an aisle.
Proceeding stealthily, my thin dagger drawn, blade stained with soot to hide its bare shine, I rounded the corner to see a black clad feline figure, book in one hand, the other planted down the front of their, HER, trousers.
I quietly stalked up just behind her, intending to incapacitate the fellow thief and take the book for myself, it was obviously worth something for them to want to steal, when suddenly her scent hit me, aching, lusting, need...
Crying loudly again into the mouth-stuffing gag, my belly starting to show, as more and more seeds bored their way into my clutching hole, the images, the scents, the feel of that night in the library came back to me as pleasure filled me again, thrusting me off the cliff of my desire into a floating, happy place...
I lay atop her, my long skunk member still buried deep in her folds, it was then I noticed, amazed, her head was turned to the side, she was still reading the book.
"Good is it?" I asked with a grin, hoping to distract her from the pages.
She sighed, "Its great, its about a particular kind of vine that, well, it has these seeds that can be used to, well." I made her moan again, breaking her explanation, driving even the book in her hand closed as I worked faster and faster, I had just driven her over the edge and was about to find my own release when a light flared in the room...
I gasped as what had to be the last seed travelled down my passage, I tensed and relaxed my muscles, bringing another muffled, screaming release to my tortured body.
It was indeed the last, and as the thing almost lovingly set me aside, I looked up at my lover, her belly swollen with the plants future progeny, I smiled softly, thinking of the chase we had lead those guards on as we ran, Zoe still clutching the book to her breasts, through the city back-streets.
"Baby, remember when I got you to read that book to me, about how this plant normally reproduced? The description of how the mild narcotic it feeds you makes you feel, like you just need to move?" at her nod, I continued, "Yeah lets just go with this." I said rising and reaching to help her up.
We walked around, contractions occasionally bringing us to a halt, to sit in the grass, together, and masturbate until a few of the seeds had plopped out, then we would move on. We began to circle the clearing, making 'deposits' often.
We made it about a quarter around when we both were out of seeds.
"Ok then, fun time is over, time for work!" She said, leading me by the hand back into the clearing where we started a new task.
Lifting the oldest of the drying racks up, we checked the seeds by drawing them, one by one, out into the normal air. None sprouted, it was perfect.
Lifting the heavy grinder to the table and bolting it down took some time, which Zoe used to start paring off the outer layer of the first few seeds. The tough outer husk came loose after a few twists of the knife in a crack and she started piling the kernels up on another tray.
When the tray grew high enough, I started feeding them into the grinder, a large covered bowl catching the resultant small pieces and keeping them from blowing away.
On we worked, grinding fully three quarters of our stock in that first afternoon and evening, but we still had the lions share of work to go.
Laying softly beside my mate I passed out, weary beyond words.
We woke again that next morning to a bad feeling in the air. "Its going to rain later babe." I said, "We have to postpone the morning fun to get the last of this stuff ground and inside."
She nodded with a resolute expression and we gulped down what would have been our evening meal, setting to work.
It was a race against time, if the water hit our trays they would re-hydrate and require drying all over again or worse, if water hit the kernels or the ground bits of them they would dissolve altogether.
Like a machine we worked, swapping back and forth from grinding to paring, not wanting either of us to get tired doing just one thing, merely tiring us both out as we worked overly hard.
Lunch time came and went, food was secondary to the profit we would lose if even one seed was ruined.
Zoe had carried the last covered bowl of grindings inside to deposit in the big storage bins just as the first bit of warm summer rain started falling.
I stood out in it, laughing like a maniac, I was exhausted and the rain, pouring down my work-weary body felt wonderful.
Ensuring the stock was safe Zoe joined me. "Lover, what about our meal? We ate it this morning." She said worriedly.
I just smiled, kissing her softly on the end of her snout, "We always have our benefactor." With that I jerked my head in the direction of the plant.
She just moaned and rubbed herself against me, "Sounds good, I could do with having these kinks worked out of my muscles.
Weary, tired, we advanced on the bush, and were both softly amazed by its tenderness, it let us approach a lot closer, I even managed to scent one of its flowers, before it gripped my limbs, wrapping me up.
"Come on big guy, I need a sna-" I began to coo to it, and it obliged my request before I even managed to complete it, stuffing its gag-vine into my open maw.
Nuzzling and, in my weariness, acting like a young babe and pushing my head forward to secure a constant stream of the nourishing fluid, I sighed contentedly.
Gently, so so very gently it pushed its vine between my folds, deeper and deeper, although the pleasure it brought me, even up until the first seed was completely inside me, would not cease my suckling.
As pleasure arced through me, my body writhing and bucking around in the grip of the plant, I continued to draw on its life-giving juice, feeling it fill me almost as much as the vine at my groin filled me.
As the rearward vine started to pull back, I felt the one in my mouth deflate, the heavy vines depositing me back on the ground. Without a hint of modesty or sobriety I cried out as the feeder left my mouth, hand reaching up to snatch it, bringing it back to my lips.
I drew it back into my mouth, guzzling the juices the plant was still happy to keep feeding me, but as more and more of it poured into me, a need filled my being and slowly, reluctantly, I rose to my feet.
Walking, just walking, I found a nice spot, a lovely spot and crouched down. The small contractions pulsed through my body, giving me, after a time, an orgasm as a reward for my task.
I watched one seed, drop from my lips and, still as it fell through the air, small whips of vine tore from its surface to dig it, once it reached the ground, deep into the loamy soil. I watched this process repeat again and again as I wandered around, leaving the plants progeny scattered with room to grow.
Sighing at last, I looked up and saw Zoe standing there, in a half-daze like myself, and together we staggered back to the cabin drunkenly, still high on the juices we had been fed.
The next day dawned and with a yawn, I looked over to my mate, weariness seemed to have been displaced by the gentle treatment of the plant the previous evening and with a big yawn I got up and looked to the dark sky outside.
"Looks to have set in for a while Love." she said, coming up behind me, wrapping her arm around me even as I did the same, squeezing her tight rear to emphasise my feelings.
"Yeah, how about we spend the morning working, another evening like last nights wouldn't be all that bad." I suggested and she made a happy little noise. "Wait, no, work first, then pleasure." I told the amorous cat, it took her a few more tries but I eventually said, "Zoe, stop it love, lets just get this done?"
We began with another full meal and made for the indoor work table that dominated the majority of the space not taken up with bins full of partially ground up seed kernels.
I checked all the windows were shuttered tight, lifted a few strips of cloth to check for any air movement, it was dead still in here.
We both got a rolling pin and a large mortar and pestle each, so armed we were ready for our work. It was long hard labour, reducing the lumpy bits of seed to a fine powder, but by early afternoon we were a little over half way.
"If we continue on" I started, "we could have this done by tonight, then we could eat tomorrows meal, make a quick trip to the plant for a top up in the morning and be out of here a day early!" I said happily, still rolling the next lot flat while Zoe was busily working the stones, grinding the tiny pieces down to powder.
She didn't answer with anything but a purr, and, taking that as assent, I got back to my work earnestly.
We were on our last batch, I had finished rolling my lot down and Zoe was just starting to grind hers when it happened.
Zoe sneezed. Right into the mortar and pestle.
A cloud of off white powder flew into the air and, involuntarily we both gasped at what would be a costly mistake.
The indrawn breaths meant that we both got a good snort of the powder and, turning to look at Zoe's white tinted nose, I realised exactly what we had just done.
"Outside!" I yelled, "NOW!"
We both bolted, forgetting the powder that was on the bench, it would be irrelevant if we had drawn in as much as I thought we had.
I stood there, feeling tingling sensations down my arms and legs to my extremities, it was already starting.
"To the plant Cres, it will stop us running back and help us get through this!" She yelled, cutting through the rising roar that was building inside me. She grabbed my paw and we both ran, ran as fast as we could, reaching over with my other paw to grab hers, thus busy, our paws wouldn't distract us.
With a sigh I made it to the plant and felt its vines start to touch my legs, it was too late for my state now, my paws were both at my slit, rubbing, slipping clawed digits in, the need for sex was screaming through me.
A haze flowed down over me as the plant restrained my arms, driving its vine to the back of my throat.
I grunted fiercely as its thin whip of a vine pushed into me, it wasn't enough, but too much at the same time. My mound was flared and engorged and as the first seed reached me, moments after I felt the delicious tension release as the vine dove past my cervix, I orgasmed, my tunnel barely making way for the first seed and I was lost.
I thrust my hips, thrashing and writhing in the plants determined grip, I needed more, needed... another seed slipped into me, driving another aching release. My mind was one thing now, and that was lust, white hot heat burned through every fibre of my being, with each seed that began its descent into my folds another orgasm spun my world and left me whimpering and aching for more.
A blurred haze of lust was everything I knew, I am not sure how long I spent in the embrace of the plant, not how long I wandered around the clearing, masturbating and depositing seeds every time I paused.
I managed, at last, still a need within me, to stagger back to the plant, just after the sun had dipped below the horizon, the soft light of the moon my guide.
I moaned softly, stepping back to its leafy embrace, content, for the moment, to be nothing more than the delivery mechanism of its seeds.
Hrmm, some idea of what the seeds street value would be should be starting to become apparent, now this may be the last for the day, I have to run some errands and there's my usual VtM role-play tonight.
Will be back again tomorrow though, slithery, seed filled dreams fuelling my fingers.
Now, please, someone ask my muse to untie me, I need to do stuff...
Oh and does anyone else get excited when they are writing, by the 'Insert' menu along the top of their word processor? It tends to inspire me :D