The Gremalkin Harvest

The gremalkin harvest was about to bear fruit. I stood with my bud-parent on the verge of the field of the gently waving light-green or brown plants, each bearing their blossoming pod of crimson colored fruits.

"The human will soon be here." my bud-parent said. "I will withdraw and permit you to deal with him alone. These humans have some peculiar quirks to making trade deals, I am given to understand and my presence is one of them."

"Is it true what they say about humans?" I asked.

My bud-parent nodded. "They favor dealing solely with the velx-males such as yourself, over a bud-parent such as myself." he said. "I am not sure the reason for this favoring of one of our forms over the other, but I am certain you will work out a deal with him that will make our gremalkin harvest a worthwhile endeavor for our family."

"And the family to come." I said with some fondness. I had passed into full velx-ness and my seed was ripening within me. I had only to plant it within a velx-female and it would grow into a bud-child which, upon maturity, would one day create his own velx-child as I had once been. Thus do our people alternate these two forms of reproduction, as it has been for all the history of our race.

Here comes his travel-device now." my bud-parent said. "I shall withdraw now, as I have been told he will find my appearance vulgar and disgusting."

I bowed my head at my bud-parent's wishes and he slid back into our family-chamber, his mucous-coated cilia leaving a trail in his wake. I watched his elegantly shifting, shining body fondly, and then turned as I heard the human's travel-vehicle come to a stop nearby.

The human was attractive for a human, young and male such as myself, I was sure. Their planet sends only the youngest and most vigorous of their people to be their liaisons with my own world, the Simdish. I give you the human word for my world and my people, we have none in our own language as we never saw the need.

The human was somewhat familiar with our customs, he unmounted his device (which seemed to move more by friendly thoughts than any obvious device, there was no animal pulling it nor any puffing of smoke or noise of engine such as our own world boasted as its height of technology), and the human dusted a bit of the travel-dust from his clothing, and then raised his hand in our gesture of greeting a velx-form such as myself.

I returned it in kind, and forced my lips into a smile. "I greet you, person of Earth." I said. "I am called Tarvel."

"I greet you, Tarvel." he said to me. "My name is David, and I have come to judge your harvest of gremalkin."

"You can see that it has grown well and abundantly." I said, my arm waving to show him the fields about us. But he didn't look at the fields, he looked at my arm and my chest. I had nothing in that look to fear, for my labors on the gremalkin field had turned my body into a well-muscled velx-male's form. That, too, was at the behest of my bud-parent, for he knew that these humans loved best to deal with velx-males who were strongly muscled.

David approached me and I let him, for I had been advised what he would do next, which was that he stepped up closely, and took a deep whiff of my body's smell. As he did, his eyes seemed to glaze over slightly and his lips parted, and his smile grew. "Ah, yes, I will enjoy doing business with you, Tarvel." he said to me. I knew that humans found the velx-male's body smells to be euphoric and there were tales of velx-males who lived among the humans, making their living by lying around and letting the humans inhale the aroma of their bodies.

"I am to be the one who deals with you for the harvest." I said. "I am told we can expect the gremalkin fruit from these fields to fill between twelve and fifteen hundred miclows."

"Twelve to fifteen hundred miclows." David said. "Hmm, that'll make about eight or nine hundred bushels, then."

"If it does." I nodded. I did not know their means of measuring the volume of harvested fruit.

"There only remains a question of the quality of the harvest." David went on.

"I have here a few of the pods I collected this morning for you to examine." I said as I lifted the miclow of gremalkin pods from the ground. "Of course, when we collect the harvest, we will not pull the pods as I did here, but will fill the miclows with the fruit only."

Again, he looked not at the miclow of gremalkin, he looked at me. His head leaned forward and he inhaled again, greedily, licked his lips.

"If you will look, you can see the fruit is filled with juice and should let you collect much of its nature for your medicine." I said. I knew the humans used gremalkin fruit as a component of some drug they made for themselves. I am told the concoction would cure several forms of viral infections they suffered on their home planet. The gremalkin was a weed that had grown unheeded on our world before the humans came. Now we were the first in our region to grow a field of them just for export to the human's worlds. Other farmers were watching our experiment with interest. Whether my bud-parent's decision was wise or foolish would be judged by this first harvest. So I was rather nervous.

David glanced at the fruit, and was briefly diverted from me by their appearance. "Their fruits are larger than the wild harvest." he agreed.

"We have been at great pains to increase their yield." I said. I used my arms to break a pod open for him. We would use a tool to open the pods in the harvest, but this one time, I used only my hands. The pods are very tough, and I had to flex my arms hard to open it. I did and the fruit flew all about as the pod was decompressed, the fruit was flung about by its popping. "You can see the fruit yield is quite high."

"I can see that." David agreed. "And I can see that you are very strong even for your own people."

I shrugged, smiled. "The work of a farmer on any world demands a great deal of effort." I said. I knew what was coming, in general if not specifically, and I said, "And I wanted to be pleasing for you as well, for the rest of the deal...David."

"Rest of the deal, yes." David said and now he put a hand upon my arm. I let him caress my body, his pale-brown hand upon my own darker skin. I found the color of David to be extraordinary, how could such a pale skin protect itself from the shining of the four suns? My own deep purple let me stand the glare of any three of them at one time, though even I had to seek shelter when all four were in the sky (though that was rare). Today, we had only two, Primesun which never changed in size or regularity, every day rising and setting at nearly the same time, and little Quadrasun, little more than an intensely gleaming daytime star. Between them, they had washed our sky into a pale blue in which only two of our moons, Mesra and Obera, could be seen. My reverie at David's hand was interrupted when he leaned in and pressed his cheek against my bicep. "Such a strong velx-male you are, Tarvel." he breathed huskily. "I want to...I have to...taste it." And his tongue reached out of his mouth and he licked it upon my arm's upper musculature.

I felt a shiver in my seed-sac at this contact. I was riper than I thought, as soon as the harvest was collected, I should find and take a velx-wife. The cycle of the Simdish is more intense than humans, I now know. I understand they will actually court a potential wife for several seasons before bonding with them! Incredible but true!

But at this time I now speak of, the human was a mystery to me. He licked my arm again and again, his voice making little eager, grunting sounds. A sound behind me caught his attention and he looked up, made a face I realized must be disgust.

"Let me take you into the fields and show you the rest of the harvest." I said quickly. My bud-parent had let his curiosity overwhelm his courtesy and he had tried to observe us, and the human had glimpsed him. The bud-parent is beautiful to us Simdish, but humans did not see their beauty. I had best remove us from my bud-parent's possible observation, help my bud-parent to retain his courtesy by the removal of temptation.

"Yes, the field." David said, backing away from my family-chamber. "Show me the field."

"Will you walk with me?" I said as I indicated a direction.

David shook his head. "No need to trample your stalks down. My hover-disc can carry us through the field without damaging them."

"Your...hover-disc." I said, mangling the unfamiliar words.

David indicated his travel-device. "Come on, Tarvel, it will carry the two of us."

I gulped hard. "David, I have never ridden upon such a thing."

"Just climb on behind me and hang on." David said. He stood upon the travel-device (hover-disc), leaving a space behind himself on the circle of metal there. I stepped up to get onto the hover-disc and there was no place to hold but onto David's body. I gripped him and he pushed a button on the hover-disc and we began moving.

I had intended to keep only a light grip but the hover-disc swayed much more on the uneven ground than it had on the smooth travel-path up which David had arrived. When I nearly fell off, I gave a gasp of fright and I wrapped both my arms around him and held on tight. My chin rested on his shoulder and David gave out a groan. "I think this is far enough." he said to me and pressed another button that stopped the hover-disc.

I started to turn loose of him but he grabbed my arms with his own, holding mine in place, and he began to hunch backwards against me. "You have a fine harvest here." he said to me. "And I am willing to buy the entire field's crop from you at a good price on one condition."

"What condition?" I wanted to know.

"Fuck me."

"I don't understand."

David gave a groan of frustration and thrust his posterior against my loins again. "I mean fuck me, Tarvel. I'll undo my pants, you undo your pants and stick that thick tool you have there up inside me all the way and fuck me."

"David...I don't understand." I said again, though now I did know some of what he wanted. "What is this fuck' you speak of?"

"I mean once you're inside me, I want you to pull that tool of your partway out of me and then shove it back in again, over and over, fast as you can." David growled, his voice heavy with his need.

"But...that is how we mate." I said.

"Right." David said. "Mate with me."

"I don't understand." I said again.

Another growl and David said, "Look, Tarvel, the going price of gremalkin fruits is six flarits a bushel. Do you want me to pay you seven flarits for every bushel of gremalkin fruit you give us?"

Seven flarits! "Of course I do." I said.

"Then get those pants of yours open, stick that monstrous schlong you got there up my butt and fuck me and fuck me hard!"

Mate with a human! Me! Spend my seed which I should use upon a velx-female to bear progeny! And yet...the human would pay seven flarits a bushel if I complied with his "condition." My seed would reinvigorate and be ready again well before I had to sell the next harvest of gremalkin fruit! I could give this human his "real fast fuck" and still mate adequately. "Very well." I said.

His pants were suddenly loose and only my body held them up against his upper body. I leaned back and the pants slid down to mid-thigh. Underneath was nothing but his bare body. I saw the crevice and knew somewhere in there was where he wanted me to shove my seed-organ.

"Come on, fuck me and fuck me hard." David said. "Do it hard enough and fast enough and I'll make it eight flarits a bushel!"

I did not think my seed-organ would inflate at such a crude stimulus as this commercial transaction. But inflate it did, I hastily undid my own pants and freed it (we velx-males don't have a choice about our seed as humans do, when we inflate, we must release seed, every time). My seed organ filled to full size and oozed the liquid that was to grease its way into the velx-female's orifice. I used that liquid to shove my way into the human's crevice. He lifted his entire body upwards and my seed-organ's tip found the entrance to his body and, in full seed-lust, my body shoved it into him.

Shoving it into the velx-female wasn't enough to release seed, nor was this insertion into David. I had to encourage a velx-female's body to open her seed-receptors by stimulating her orifice. As I had told David, I did this by doing what he asked me to do to him with the word "fuck," by using my hips to pull my seed-organ out and shove it back in, over and over again.

"Harder, and faster." David grunted as I plunged into him. "Hard and fast as you can do it." And he leaned back, grasped a lock of my hair, and held it under his nose as he inhaled, shivered from the pheremones of my body which had exuded into my hair. His tongue caught and licked one of my antennae, vestigial and unnecessary in the velx-form, but the sensors upon them are extraordinarily thick and his tongue licking them caused me to shudder in my own turn.

My hands caught David by his hips and I began to drive into him, hard and fast, acting now not out of the promise of the extra flarit per bushel on the harvest, but to my own seed-lust. I was mating, and if no progeny could come from this, my body didn't know or seem to care. Even had David asked me to stop at this time, I could not have. I was in mating-rut and my mind was no longer entirely my own.

But David seemed to be in his own state of rut for he was groaning and gasping at every thrust of my hips that crammed my seed-organ deeply into him. "Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh, ahuh, ahuh!" he grunted.

"Ikih, ikih, ikih, ikih!" I panted in my own turn. This was not just shortness of breath, for my body had been stressed in the fields enough to not yet be fatigued, but the mating rut caused us velx-males to make this sound, the frequency and tempo a signal to the female of our impending release of seed, and she would use that sound to stimulate her receptors to open.

"Oh, God, ogod, ogodogodogodogodogod!" David moaned. "God, yeah, I love being fucked by you velx-males, God, every one of you can cram my butt better'n any human ever could! Shit, I love being fucked by you, by all of you, God, I want to get a whole line of you velx-males and you all just fuck me over and over again, God, fuck, yeah, eight flarits a bushel, eight! Fuck, yeah, keep fucking me like this and it's eight! Hell, nine! Nine flarits! Come on, give me a nine-flarit fuck!"

How could I do more than I was? Something in my mating rut responded to the challenge, though and I began to speed-fuck this human, and he was groaning non-stop now, my own mating sounds were now a blur as well, ikihikihikihikihikihikih!

"Agahagahagahagahagah!" David gasped. "Oh, God, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Ikihikihikihikihikih!" I keened.

"Ahah, gah, uh, GUH-HUH, UH, UH, UH........HUNNNNNHHHH!"

"Ikihikihikihikih---EEEEEEEEEEE!" And my own seed-sac expelled my seed out through my seed-organ and into David's bowels, which were spasming and contracting around it as David spent his own seed into the gremalkin fields.

"A-HANKH, A-HANKH, A-HANKH!" David thrashed in my embrace, my hands at his hips holding him in place while his upper body writhed!

"EEEEEEEEE!" I kept on jetting my seed into his body. Even when his own seed-release was done and he was panting, I continued to pump my seed into him, and was done in another half-minute or so. I could feel the pressure of the seed inside his bowels, he could not possibly contain so much velx-seed inside of him.

I did the only thing I could, I picked up David in my arms, my seed-organ still plugging him, and I lifted his body up by his knees to extend his posterior out onto the gremalkin field, and then I pulled out and let his body drain my seed from its bowels onto the soil instead of landing upon our bodies and perhaps fouling his travel-device in some manner, and it flowed out of him in a thick stream.

"God, oh, God, you were ready to pop, weren't you, Tarvel?" murmured David as I let the last of my seed fall out of him and placed him back upon the hover-disc. "I haven't had that much seed pumped into me by a velx-male before."

"I was near my time of mating." I agreed. "I wanted to wait until after the harvest to mate, but now I see I could not have waited more than another circuit of Tercersun for that."

"Three or four days." David converted the time into his own units. "Yeah, you would have exploded if you waited longer than that. Not that I'm complaining, that was a hell of a good fuck."

"Worth nine flarits." I said.

"Nine?" David seemed startled. "I offered eight."

"You said nine while we were mating." I said.

"I did?" David said. "I don't remember."

"You said nine, David." I said. And I repeated his words. "You said, keep fucking me like that and it's eight flarits, hell nine, nine flarits, give me a nine-flarit fuck."

"Nine flarits a bushel for gremalkin fruit." David shook his head, but not at my asking price. "I'm going to get in trouble with the home office for that. But I said nine, I remember now, and I'll live up to it." He looked up at me. "On one condition."

"Another condition?"

"Yeah, but it's not too bad." David said. "Some of these gremalkin aren't ready for harvesting. You need to release your seed every, uh, Tercersun, don't you, once you are ready?"

"That is true." I agreed.

"Well, I'll pay the nine, but until the harvest is done, I'll come by every Tercersun and keep that seed-sac of yours dry so you can finish the harvest. Do we have a deal?"

"But...but gremalkin fruits will be ripening for a Quadrasun or two!" I said.

"The next three months." David nodded. "But you'll be too busy gathering the gremalkin fruit to find a mate anyway. What else would you do with it, but pump it out of yourself by hand, right?"

"If I must." I agreed.

"So nine flarits a bushel and you hold off on getting a mate until the harvest is done, and I get a repeat of this terrific fuck every Tercersun." David concluded. "How about it?"

I considered it with my limited negotiating skills. Nine flarits a bushel was a majestic price indeed. "Very well." I said. "If that's what it takes to make a trade deal."

David laughed. "Believe me, velx-male, when I tell you that it's the only way to make a trade-deal with me!"

And so we shook hands in their human custom to conclude the agreement.

When I returned to the family-chamber, my bud-parent asked, "How did the trade go?"

I shook my head in bemusement. "Well enough. We get nine flarits a bushel, and the human will come by to drain my seed-sac until the harvest is done. He is paying me extra for the privilege of draining my seed-sac for me, instead of me paying a velx-female to do it for me until I can form a mating pair with one!"

My bud-parent waved a psuedopod in a way that indicated amusement. "I told you they were peculiar. But so long as they are paying us so well, enjoy your seed-sac drainage as an added benefit of putting up with their peculiar behavior."

I agreed and, with my seed-sac empty and no longer nagging me with the urge to mate, thanks to the trade deal I had just negotiated, I went out to tend to the gremalkin harvest.

THE END
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