Tales of the Seeding #2

                           The Breeder

     Maybe it happened, maybe it didn't.  It was her first time,
but her pelt had a pretty wide part to it 'cause I slipped in
quick and easy.  But that don't mean nothing. Some of them get
pretty loose from the exercises.  You can't tell, I don't think.

     This one was good.  Real good.  Probably the best seeding I
ever had.  Most of the time, with the new ones you gotta start
out slow, 'cause they're usually scared and their slits are never
wet enough.  This one was different.  I get to her and her
mound's already rocking up and down like she's begging for it.
Her pelt's already dripping wet and her slit's open and ready.
She's breathing real fast and her teats are shaking and her
nipples are sticking up hard.  My bulb sac got tight and my shaft
got hard as soon as I saw her.

     I bend down to stick it into her and she puts her arms
around me and pulls me down on top of her.  Then she grabs my
shaft, sticks it in her mound crack and pushes herself up at it.
I sink in real deep.  It was nice and tight and I start pushing
in and out right away.

     This one's really wet, and she gets me real excited right
away, so I started out pretty fast.  Not fast enough for her,
tho.  She grabs my butt and pulls me deeper into her, making me
go faster and harder.   Her pocket's squeezing my shaft like it's
got teeth, like it was trying to milk the seed right out of it.
This is making me even more excited and pretty soon I'm pounding
it into her so hard I thought I was gonna break her in two.

     She keeps it up, tho.  She was pounding up at me as hard and
as fast as I was hammering it into her, making me punch in deeper
and deeper, trying to drive my shaft up her throat.  It didn't
take long before I'm feeling my bulbs trying to explode.  I
usually try to hold off letting go, 'cause then I shoot really
deep into the egg pocket.  Besides, it feels real good if I hold
it in as long as I can.  She wants it so bad, tho, that I just
can't keep it in, and I end up squeezing off the longest wad of
seed that ever came out of me.  Then another and another.  It
went on forever, it was great!  I pumped her full, enough for a
dozen, I figure. I remember thinking that this one's going to
have a litter.

     She knows right away.  Some of them can tell, and it's great
when they do, 'cause they get all excited when they know right
when the seed's in them.   I didn't think this one could get more
excited, but she goes nuts!  She's shaking and screaming and she
didn't stop until after it was over and I fell on top of her.
When I pull out, she kind of whimperes like she's real sorry it's
over.

     Maybe she did get her pocket pumped before I filled her. She
really enjoys having her mound pounded.  About a month after the
seeding she comes to me and says I didn't do it right 'cause her
pocket's still empty.  Now, I look at her and there ain't no way
she ain't been bred, because her belly's already bulging, her
teats are bigger and her nipples are bloated and dark.  There
ain't no way my seed didn't root, and I start to tell her as
much, but before I get to she starts telling me she cant wait
until summer and I have to do it to her right there out of season
and in private!

     I know better, right?  I start to try to get away from her,
but she grabs my hand and starts rubbing in into her pelt.  It
was dripping wet.  She pushes my fingers up her slit and she's
all hot and open.  Then she drops down on her back and starts
poking her mound up at me, pulling open her slit with her
fingers, showing me how ready she is.

     What am I supposed to do?  I feel my shaft start rising, but
I say to myself that I can't do a seeding in private, and there
ain't no way I can do it out of season.  So I tell her I'm not
ready to breed, but she takes one look at my thickening shaft,
and she saysknows better. She reaches up and starts rubbing my
shaft right under its head, and all of a sudden I don't just want
to seed her, I _need_ to pump her full.

     My bulbs are filling up so fast it starts oozing out of the
tip of my shaft.  She sits up and, I swear, she licks the drop
off with her tongue!  Then she starts licking all over the head
and finally just puts the whole thing in her mouth and starts
sucking on it.  It's incredible!  Her tongue is rubbing hard
under the head and my bulbs are so full they start aching and I'm
thinking I'm gonna fill her mouth full.

     Just before I blow she pops me out of her mouth, lays back
and pulls me down on top of her.  I grab at her hips and pull her
up off the ground while I rip my shaft into her.  We're pounding
away, she's screaming like a slaughtered bird and I'm grunting
like an angry pig.  She's got her legs wrapped around me and her
feet are on my butt, pushing me deeper and deeper into her.  Then
I can feel my bulbs start squeezing the seed up and out and my
shaft starts pumping it out of me and into her.  I'm squirting a
flood into her pocket.  Wasted, I figure, but she's wailing and
shaking and her insides are pulling and biting at my shaft, so
it's not a total loss.

     My bulbs finally empty and I try to pull out, but she grabs
my butt and keeps me tight inside her, squeezing and milking it
until it goes limp and she squeezes it out.  She reaches down and
starts running her fingernails up and down the underside of it
and then she she sit up and puts it in her mouth again, licking
and sucking out any seed that left in there while squeezing my
bulb sac with her other hand.

     I didn't know why she'd say the seeding didn't take when
anyone could see she was planted and growing, but about a month
later, she wanted me to do it again.  What was I supposed to do?

                             Melanie

     All I did was practice.  They told us to practice, so I did.
I just didn't see what was so wrong with using a real shaft
instead of that nasty mock one.  I couldn't see anything wrong
with getting with a breeder and exercising with his shaft.  I
didn't think you could get seeded out of season.  Anyway, that
what I was told.  They said you can't seed out of season.
Actually, *he* said he couldn't seed out of season.

     I guess I first thought about it at the winter seeding.  I
was waiting for the ceremony to begin, looking at the
participants.  They were waiting, legs apart and ready, lying on
the seeding beds.  I'd been to the seeding ceremonies for as long
as I could remember, but this time it was different.  I knew that
next season I'd be participating.  It would be me on the bed.
waiting, and the rest would be watching me.  Already, I was
getting nervous about it.

     I focused on my friend, Celene.  She'd told me all about the
preparations she had to do, like the exercising and the grooming.
She looked beautiful.  Her pelt was all fluffed and wet, her
nipples were full and rosy and her head was tilted back so her
long hair cascaded back like a waterfall, pooling onto the bed.
Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, which was quick in
anticipation.

     She didn't have long to wait.  The breeder that was chosen
for her came up from behind her.  I got a full view of hin.  His
shoulders were wide, his chest large and finely covered with fur.
His thick shaft stuck straight out from his pelt, and his bulb
sac was enormous.

     He stood right behind her and leaned over her.  His shaft
hung down just above her, pointing at her face.  He put his hands
on her shoulders and when she opened her eyes, her mouth dropped
open at the sight of him and she flinched visibly.  It looked
almost as if he was going to drop his shaft into her open mouth,
but he just snorted and walked over her, then turned and dropped
to his knees between her legs.  Then he fell upon her and pushed
his hips into her.

     She cried aloud at his entry.  He started crushing himself
into her mound over and over, and she screamed with each
invasion.  He pounded into her faster and faster, pushing her
across the bed, until he started grunting with each violent
thrust and then his back arched and he fell on top of her.

     Celene was still screaming, and she continued screaming even
after he pulled himself up and out of her and walked away. It was
probably the most savage seeding I'd ever seen.  The seed that
seeped out from Celene's swollen mound was streaked with red.  I
guessed she hadn't practiced enough and wasn't as wet as she
should have been.

     I watched the other couplings.  Some of the breeders were
pumping hard and fast, others were pushing with long, slow
strokes, but few of the participants seemed to be experiencing
much pain.  There was a lot of motion and groaning and crying,
but most of it seemed to be just from the excitement.  I swore
there and then that I'd do whatever I had to do to be prepared
for the seeding.

     I looked at the different techniques of all breeders that
day.  Some did their seeding with gentleness and tenderness;
others were fierce and violent.  I knew that our mates were
determined just before the seeding.  There was no way to know
what mine would be like.  I had to plan for the most violent one.
I had to plan for Celene's breeder.

     So when the instructions began, I listened hard and asked
questions when I didn't understand something.  I really didn't
understand why we couldn't prepare by practicing with the
breeders, and I asked why we couldn't.  They'd told us that the
breeders couldn't seed us except during the ceremony, so why not
use them for practice.  All they did was laugh at me.  I figured
it was because they hadn't figured that out for themselves.

     When I saw the mock shafts they gave us, I was really
disappointed.  They didn't look anything like the real shafts I'd
seen in the ceremony.  First of all, they were a lot smaller, and
besides, they were really cold.  I practiced with it, but it just
didn't feel right to me.  I just wasn't lubricating like I should
have.  Worse, I couldn't break my blockage.  I just wasn 't wet
enough, so every time I tried to push it into me, it hurt so bad
I'd have to stop.

     It was about a month before the ceremony, two weeks before
my last evacuatlion, that I started to panic.  I wasn't getting
anywhere and I had to do something, and the only thing I could
think of was to get a breeder to help me.

     I went to the savage one; the one that took Celene.  I
thought if I could get him to help me, I'd be ready for anything.
When I went to him, I was surprised to see that the shaft that
was so huge during the ceremony dangled small and limp from his
pelt.

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 For a moment I dodn't know what to do, but I had to do
something, so I just started talking.  I told him that I'd
watched him serve during the winter seeding and told him that I
was ready and preparing myself for the spring.  He looked at me
strangely, and said he could see that I was ready and that I
looked fine just the way I was.  I said I was having trouble
lubricating and I asked him if he could do anything to help.

     His eyes widened.  He didn't say anything, but I think he
was confused by my question.  With apprehension in his eyes, he
told me he couldn't seed anyone out of season.  I told him I
didn't want him to seed me now, that I knew he couldn't seed me
now.  I just needed help with my lubrication and could he help
me.

     He said it was impossible, that there was nothing he could
do except at the ceremony.  I said that maybe he knew what I was
doing wrong with the mock shaft and he could just help me do it
right.  I could see he was getting anxious.  He angrily repeated
that he couldn't seed out of season and then he turned away.

     I shouted back that I knew he couldn't seed me out of
season, that I didn't want him to seed me out of season, that I
only wanted him to help me with my lubrication because I needed
to be able to lubricate because I didn't want to get torn up the
way he tore up Celene and I was scared, real scared, and then I
just sat and started crying because I really was scared.

     He just stood there and looked at me.  Then his eyes closed
because he remembered the winter ceremony.  He quietly said that
he was really sorry he'd performed so brutally.  It was the first
time he'd served in the seeding.  He was very excited and his
passion overcame him.  I said I couldn't imagine how strong the
desire to seed can become; he hadn't realized how powerful his
drive was until it overwhelmed him.  He was sad that Celene was
hurt, but afterward he was told that she hadn't prepared herslef
properly and he couldn't have helped that.

     I asked him if he couldn't help me.

     He closed his eyes again and exhaled.  When he opened them
again I thought I saw a flash of fear in them.   He asked me what
I wanted him to do.

     I said I wasn't sure.  I only knew that I was supposed to
practice with the mock shaft, and it was supposed to help me make
myself wet.  I suggested that if he could make his shaft hard, he
could maybe rub it against my mound.  I looked down at it and saw
that it actually was getting firmer.

     He got that strange look in his eyes again and started to
laugh.  He said that might be dangerous.  I asked him why.  He
just sighed.

     I suggested instead that he should use his hand, and I laid
down and spread my legs and lift my knees.  He shook his head and
sat down beside me, reached down betewwn my legs and put his hand
on my mound.  He prodded me with his middle finger and I was very
dry, so he put the finger in his mouth to wet it, and then he
prodded some more.  He worked his finger up and down my furrow,
trying to tickle me into lubricating, I guess.  Then he touched
that spot that Rosemary told us about later, and I jumped and
pushed him away.

     It took us both by surprise.  He told me I had to relax and
I thought, if I could relax, I wouldn't be lying here with his
hand between my legs.  I told him I'd try and took a deep breath.
My breasts rose, and my left nipple brushed against his forearm.
I shivered, my eyelids fluttered, the nipple got hard, and I felt
myself suddenly getting wet!  I moved my back to rub the nipple
against his arm and I got wetter.  I pulled his hand up and
pressed it against my breast and the nipple pulsed into his palm.
He began to kneed and squeeze it.  I started getting really wet
and my hips started to make these involuntary little jerks.

     That's when I felt something against my hip.  I looked down
and saw his shaft pushing against me, about half as large as it
was the day of the seeding, rising up from his pelt and getting
larger.

     His hands were becomeing more active on my body, and his
breathing became short and heavy.  My breathing was coming in
shorter gasps as well.  I stared at his shaft, growing and
firming to the size I remembered it, bobbing up and down with his
breathing.  I wanted to touch it, just to know what if felt like.
It didn't look as hard and cold as the mock shaft.  I dropped my
hand onto his chest and and slid it slowly down to his stomach. I
know he felt and saw what I was doing, because his breathing got
even quicker.  He didn't stop me.

     When my hand reached the hollow in his pelt where the shaft
began to jut out, he grunted.  I looked up, and his eyes were
shut and his mouth was open, breathing heavily.  Still, he didn't
seem to want me to stop.  I ran my fingertips along the top of
the shank and found it was really a lot softer than the hard mock
shaft they gave us.  The purple head was really soft and
cushiony.  I curled my fingers around the thickness of it,
feeling its underside, and when I touched just under the head, it
suddenly jumped and he groaned loudly.

     He bent himself closer to me and caressed my breast and
mound with an increasing urgency, causing a glowing warmth to
rise in me. I began to moan as the fire spread through me; my
back writhed and and my hips jerked up and down, urging him to
press harder and deeper.  I wrapped my hand tightly around his
shaft and intently stroked under the head with my fingertips.

     Suddenly fell onto his back and pulled me onto him, crushing
my breasts to his chest.  I ground my nipples into him. His arms
slid down my back and his fingers dug into my bottom as he lifted
my thrusting hips above his.  His head bent down into the hollow
of my neck and I felt his clenched teeth as his lips nipped my
skin.  His knees came up and jammed between mine, spreading my
legs apart.  I coiled around him.  He pulled my hips down and I
felt the head of his shaft dip into the folds of my mound.  I
knew he was about to ram himself into me, but I didn't care.  All
I knew was that the feeling of his shaft pressing up into my
dripping furrow was causing the flames to lick inside me.

     He thrust hinself sharply up, but the shaft slipped too low
and it slid through the crevice between my buttocks.  I pressed
my mound tight to his pelt, feeling the bristles rub into my
cleft. We both pulled back for the penetrating thrust and then we
crashed together. The shaft again missed and slid up between us
against my stomach, burying itself tightly into our entwined
pelts.

     Then it started to throb and thick spurts of warm fluid
suddenly started gushing out of it.  His entire body spasmed and
his back arched up.  His hips lifed me as they jerked up and
down, thrusting himself against my stomach, squirting the oil up
so forcefully that I felt it spatter onto my breasts.  His hands
clutched my hips and pulled me tightly to him and I was consumed
by the fire deep within me as we pounded into each other.

     Our thrashing slowed and finally our convulsing hands
relaxed.  For a while we just lay there exhausted, our hearts
pounding and swallowing great gulps of air.  I'd collapsed on top
of him with my head on his chest and his shaft still pressed
between us.

     As the heat began to fade and I came back to reality, I
began to realize what had happened.  I sat up and looked at the
slick stickiness that covered my stomach and breasts, then I
looked down at the source of the mess.  The shaft was shrinking
back to its deceptively passive size.  His eyes were closed, and
he breathing was becoming a snore.  I shook his shoulders and
started yelling at him.  What was this stuff?  Was it his seed?
Didn't he say he couldn't seed out of season?

     He said he didn't know if was seed or if it was potent. Long
ago he asked the same questions that all the young ones ask when
they have their first discharge.  All they're told is that they
can't seed out of season and not to try to force discharge. If
they ask any more questions, they're beaten.  All he knew is that
we shouldn't be doing what we were doing.  Still, even if it was
seed, it couldn't take root unless it was pushed up through my
mound canal into my breeding pocket.

     I got up and, without speaking a word, left him and went
down to the river to rinse off the caking discharge.  I was lucky
that nobody saw me along the way.  I also realized how fortunate
I was that I'd not been seeded then and there.  I was shaken by
the forcefulness, not of him, but of the feelings that had
overwhelmed me to the point that I'd have stuffed his shaft into
me if fortune hadn't slid it upward instead of in.

     Yet the heat that had passed between us had made me wet.  I
began to lubricate even while remembering the danger.  Maybe I
was actually lubricating because of the danger.

    That night I did my exercises, knees up and legs spread.  I
pretended he was kneeling there between them.  I felt his arms
reaching down to my breasts, his hand on my nipples, his fingers
squeezing and pinching.  I felt his arms reaching down to my
pelt, his hands separating the folds of my mound, his fingers
stroking the length of the cleft.  I pinched my nipples and
stoked my furrow and the warmth filled me, flooded me, saturated
me.  I began to shake and my hips began to jerk the way they did
that afternoon.  The warmth flowed though me until the spasms
took over my being and my pelt was drenched with my fluids.  Over
and over, I made the spasms come.

     I lifted the mock shaft, imagining it to be his, and placed
it in the folds and stroked within the cleft.  It was cold.  I
went cold.  I tried to pretend it was his shaft and I curled my
hand around it and caressed it under its head.  It was cold and
lifeless.  It was no use.

     Every time I tried to use the mock shaft to break the
membrane, I dried up.  I even tried to force it into me without
lubrication, but it was so painful that I couldn't even get the
shaft between my folds without wincing.  That's when the idea hit
me.  I could let his shaft break the barrier.

     If I made sure that his shaft and bulbs were drained before
we began, he could push his shaft into me and break the membrane
without seeding me.  He'd said thet he thought the seed wasn't
mature out of season, anyway.  At the very worst, he'd have to
pull the shaft out of me before he discharged.

     I had to see him again.  In spite of the danger.

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