Chapter 45: Sisters ... And Others (Part 13)

They walked quickly down the pathway towards the shelter that would be provided by the Pavilion Park Café. It was a blustery December day and this particular part of the green lacked any semblance of relief from the elements. “Still, it wasn’t too far a walk all things considered,” Cynthia Landry mused as the wind died down once the group got close to the enclosure. The four of them had decided to take a long lunch. She certainly could use it, she was starving. The dark skinned 34 year old lead the way through the winding entry way. It was specifically set up to keep the weather outside. Hurrying in behind her were the three she had been talking to in the break room, Tamara Kersey, Helga Ragnarsson, and Naomi Dakota.

“Well, that was fun,” the second grumbled, shaking the snow from her toque as they rounded the baffles. “Anyone have any idea what the specials are today?”

“It’ll be on the board inside,” the buxom strawberry blonde nurse noted unwrapping the long green wool scarf from her neck as she entered the main enclosure.

The establishment was over half full, quite a few others having braved the windy walk. Most of the cargo containers were open for business and the smells emanating from each mingled together creating a cacophony of scents. The large round firepit in the middle was burning well, it’s smoke exiting through the shrouded metal chimney that extended upwards from it. Most of the patrons had shed their winter wear and a few had done more than that.

“Oh look,” Naomi exclaimed “Berwyn’s got her goulash on offer.”

“Good?” inquired the blonde Norwegian.

“The best,” the 31 year old returned. “You should try some. We should get a pot, all of us.”

“Looks like someone already had that idea,” Cynthia commented over her shoulder having just spotted her mother Patricia sitting a couple of others with a large kettle containing the Hungarian recipe. “Come on, let’s sit over there,” she then suggested pointing to the empty spaces at their table.

“Hey there,” the 56 year old orthodontist greeted as her daughter approached followed by the three others, “Fancy meeting you here.”

“It was busy. We had a few procedures to get through today. Lauren and I just got done with the Cirilla Furlan,” the oldest Landry woman related to her parent.

“Naomi and I did the second Ekblad girl,” Helga added. “She arrived last night.”

“So I heard,” the older dentist nodded. “I know they called in ‘Birdie’ this morning. Zinaida is the only one back at the office at the moment, her and a couple apprentices. I was going to check on you two after lunch. Where is your kid sister anyway?”

“She fell asleep in one of the crash beds,” the younger Landry informed the other, her green eyes meeting the others as if to convey something more. “She was exhausted.”

“She’s going to miss a good lunch,” the Dakota girl commented, glancing at the pot on the table.

“The goulash is great,” Theodora Darrow agreed. “That Maddocks girl really knows how to make this well.”

“We were thinking of doing the same thing you are,” the green eyed blonde returned. “Looks like you are nearly finished that one. Should we order another?”

“By all means. Sit, sit” Hera Michaelis invited before stuffing another spoonful into her mouth.

“What’s the occasion for this little soiree?” the Ragnarsson queried with a smile, sitting down beside the Greek scientist.

“Daphne did quite well on her report card,” the 56 year old Scot relayed to the others.

“We thought we’d treat her today after school,” the black haired researcher spelled out. “We’re her parents after all, she should be rewarded.”

“I’m just catching up with an old college roommate,” Patricia put forth smiling and reaching beside her to take Theodora’s hand momentarily.

“Aarhus was certainly a wonderful time,” the manager of the port authority’s customs division reflected.

“I’m glad we followed in your footsteps,” the younger dentist agreed, absently twirling a strand of her ginger brown curls. “Lauren and I learned so much there,” she mused, her eyes twinkling as they once more reached out and momentarily found the older Landry’s.

“Good afternoon, my name is Jolana Erdos and I’m your server today,” greeted the waitress pulling up to the table with an armful of plasticized placards. In her first year as an apprentice at the establishment, she like the rest of the teenagers that did their community service here wore nothing but the green and gold apron which did nothing to hide the upward curve of her cock beneath it as well as the school issued conditioning collar. “Do you need menus here?” she asked.

“Yes,” Helga lied pleasantly looping an arm around the young girl, easing her close, and keeping her in place. “As a matter of fact we do.”

“Here, allow me,” Hera volunteered relieving the 15 year old of her burden and distributing them among the others. She was a beauty, the Erdos girl. Already as tall as the Norse physician beside her, she had lovely Swedish blonde hair not quite as long as her own raven locks as well as the prized violet eyes that had seen both her and Sandra breed out before they were 50. It wasn’t something that happened often, especially lately. LML had become much more discerning about that kind of thing under her lover’s watch, frequently putting moratoriums on the genes of this or that futamute if demand became too high. But those peepers had been a very popular ask and there weren’t many in the community that had them at the time.

The situation was beginning to rectify itself though in the past few years. Between herself and Sandra there were now three others on the island who had their eyes and were now nest parents. Janice Purcell and Vanya Agarwal were 29 and 27 respectively. Both had daughters who would be emerging from their tanks for the fall, though only the second would carry on the pair’s purple legacy. Bernadea Rosseau was two years away yet at 26. Beyond the trio were four others, including the blonde girl’s mother Timea, 31. The other three were older, though two had arrived only recently. Amari Adesina, 38, would also be adding to her family in the fall and her Ceres would be a part of that particular gene pool. Mildred Greenwood was 59 when she arrived last month. She would likely be heavily breed for the next while as she had a limited window given her age. The last, Gitte Vesterburg was 39 and had just relocated to Libereco with her two lavender eyed offspring in tow. She had already been bred having undergone her futamutation eight years ago. But it would be a bit of a wait yet before there would be additions there.

She and the doctor exchanged looks that travelled around the table as the first held her loosely but prevented her exit. They had all received the same text from Libena Dvorak, the tall redhead who ran the place, a few days ago. Apparently all of the matrons in town had. She wasn’t exactly sure of the coding involved, computers had never been a strong point for her, but she did find what the newly installed programming did enticing. According to the establishment’s proprietor, attached to the bottom of each of the tabletops in the eatery was a recently installed sensor. The prostatic stimulators of each apprentice were proximity paired with the network to react to it’s prompts though none of the students knew of them. When any of her girls was within six feet of the one of them, her own device would be activated, slowly building in intensity. As Jolantha’s eldest had explained it, the sensors also detected other implants within a six foot radius. The more they found the stronger the increase in signal it sent out to the first. The scientist smiled. There were seven of them at the table.

Tamara Kersey regarded the teenager as she leaned against her buxom 31 year old daughter, her chin on her shoulder, arm around her waist. The one had inherited her strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and freckles from the other. She, like the Michaelis woman on the other side of the table had already bred out, but that was rather expected to be the case by the time you were 67. She watched the sophomore chew her bottom lip as she obediently stood in place as the others absently glanced at their menus, fully aware of what was really happening. As a psychologist she liked observing the behavior of others under a variety of stimuli and this was no different. Desperately the student tried to maintain some semblance of grace, but the longer she was near the table, the more the cracks in her calm became evident. And she was completely unaware as to why.

Theodora tightened her grip on Patricia’s hand and nodded towards the 15 year old who had begun to sway slightly to and fro. She exhaled slightly, her eyelids fluttered, and she chewed her lip once more trying to keep her composure. The dark haired breeding scientist reached over and undid the ties on her apron, lifting the strap over her head and letting it fall to the ground. A look of anxiousness flashed across the apprentice’s face. However, her physical protests were easily brushed aside by the two flanking her, and moments later her stiff upwards curving pipe pointed at the others.

Hera watched the expressions of her colleagues as she revealed the girl’s endowment. She chuckled inwardly at their mild surprise. “Eight inches long, five in girth,” she informed the rest casually, pulling a bottle of lubricant out of her purse and squirting some on her hand. “She gets a lot of that from Timea, who is 10 and 9, but Felicity Carville, who seeded her, is no slouch there either.”

“And she is only 15. She could be bigger than me when all is said and done,” Naomi gushed.

“Good genes will do that for you,” the Greek woman surmised reaching in and taking the length in her greasy grip. The ease in which the Erdos girl fell into her thrust was a pleasant distraction to the older futamutes at the table.

“Lavender eyes, nice cock size, lovely blonde hair, she’s going to be in demand,” Helga predicted motioning for the 49 year old to pass her the bottle.

“That’s starting up again soon isn’t it?” Cynthia probed.

“The Breeding Panel?” the Michaelis woman replied. “First week in February. We just sent out the prospectus on Monday for the members to peruse.”

“I got mine,” the buxom blonde giggled snuggling a little closer to her mother as watched the teenager’s struggles.

“You’re on it this year?” the younger orthodontist inquired a little surprised.

“First time,” she grinned enthusiastically.

“Congrats,” Tamara smiled giving her a squeeze. “I’m sure you will do well. Who else is on the panel Hera?”

“The other two in her rotation are Didi Flinders and Erika Hofmaier,” the LML ‘s second ranked researcher filled in beginning to outline the rest of the nine member group, three of which were rotated in and out every third year. “And if you recall Justina Lombardi, Persephone Wyndham, and Karlina Zimmerman joined last year.”

“This is Marina’s last time too isn’t it?” Patricia queried, referring to the Joubert woman who was a parent in the nest she matroned, as Helga Ragnarsson shifted a place to her left and placed her hand on the Erdos girl’s ass.

“Yes,” the Greek futamute nodded, casually allowing the young blonde to thrust through the slippery round of her flesh. “Her, Maggie Bellinger, and Dong Mai will be replaced after this year.”

“Up Sweetie,” the 55 year old blonde urged the waitress, “Knees up,” she repeated, a little push guiding her into position between the two of them. “Good, good,” she praised quietly when the 15 year old was kneeling on the padded seat. “Arms out front on the table now. Don’t move them.”

“I know I’d definitely serve again if asked,” the Darrow woman confessed to the nurse warmly. “I really enjoyed the two times they called me.”

“When was the last?” the Norse doctor quizzed over her shoulder filling the crack of the apprentice with gel.

“Seven, eight years ago?” the lavender eyed 49 year old guessed, once more firming up her fingers around the eight inch cock.

“Eight,” the native Scot confirmed. “The invite was presented to me at my 48^th birthday party,” she detailed flashing her eyes momentarily towards captured daughter of the landscaper when she whimpered slightly.

“I remember that,” grinned the eldest Landry. “Fun was had by all.”

“I’m certainly looking forward to it,” the buxom Dakota enthused. “The file they sent me was quite impressive. There’s a lot to go over.”

“It’s not just about colours Dear,” Hera chided pleasantly.

“I’ve noticed,” the other returned with a giggle.

“What about you?” Tamara prodded, pecking the one created with her seed on the cheek. “Serving gets you a breeding slot in your first year. Anyone in mind?”

“Well, I’ve got two coming out of their tanks in the fall so I’m on moratorium,” the green eyed blonde revealed.”

That’ll be five for me including Keri Ann.”

“She was in demand when she came out of the tank,” the lab’s second in command informed the rest. “But we are still farming her seed to some of the other enclaves. France, Texas, Uttarkhand, they all have her file.”

“If I were available, measurables would be my priority, really. I know purple is going to be in demand, it always is, and I do like it,” the nurse spelled out. “But I want my girl to grow up to be taller than me without losing the rest. I indicated that preference in my portfolio.”

“You know how it is,” the other added. “We tend to concentrate on the girls in these things anyway.”

“Any you have an eye on for this cycle?” the 55 year old clinician conversed pushing two fingers past the sphincter of the apprentice. The girl’s subsequent moan elicited smiles of satisfaction around the table. “Good Sweetie, good, good,” she cooed beginning to saw her digits in and out in time to the dark haired woman’s stroke.

“There a few,” the psychologist’s Seed Daughter confessed. “I really like the combination of Asian features and lighter coloured eyes, like Ciji Wang back at the clinic so I’m looking to perhaps suggest pairing her with someone. Her cousin and aunt are both younger than she is so they have slots left too. Mariya’s hair has a reddish hue to it and she has green eyes. Lucy is blonde and turquoise respectively. Both have those same Chinese features as well handed down from Lianne.”

“What about her?” Patricia nodded towards the sophomore who was noticeably humping into the ministrations of the two flanking her, her body surrendering to their touch.

“Oh, I’m sure someone will have her on a list Mom,” Cynthia grinned as the girl’s motions increased in vigor and she mewled once more. The crackling of greasy fingers urging her to quicken her carnal climb provided a pleasant backdrop to the conversation.

“She’s looking rather hungry isn’t she?” Theodora observed taking her empty bowl and slipping off her panties.

“Absolutely famished,” agreed the other 56 year old following her lead.

The two sorority sisters found each other’s eyes and pushed. Long, thick, soft logs of shit slithered out of their asses and curled up in each of the rounds. The pair slid them across the table until they sat in front of Jolana.

Helga grabbed the second with her free hand and held it in front of the Erdos girl’s thrusting tool, letting the crown push into the muddy sludge with each flexing of her hips. Hera re-positioned the first and then placing her hand on the back of the blonde skull applied steady pressure, forcing the face of the apprentice lower and lower until it mashed up against the slimy filth below.

“Eat up Precious,” she instructed. “Eat up and cum for us Jolana, eat up and shoot.”

Jolana was beyond herself with lust and she wasn’t sure how she had gotten there so quickly. Oh, she had been taken advantage of by diners a few times since she had started in the fall, but this was different. Her arousal poured over her in waves of heat now, she was furnace hot inside. She robustly sunk her cock into the messy pile deeper and deeper with each thrust as her head was forced to dip lower and lower. Her nostrils flared, her lips parted and she began greedily munching down the shit her face was being pressed into.

She felt herself erupt with her first swallow. Spasm after spasm of her seed flooded the hole she had made in the bowl of fudge. She could feel it backwashing up the length of her pipe as her ecstasy overwhelmed her. Cumming and cumming she devoured the the mucky contents until she was licking up the last. She wanted more, she needed more. A third full utensil slid past her on the table and a second replaced the first. It’s brown pudding had a coating of white icing. Even better. She mashed her face into her next course, no longer needed to be pushed. Against she spurted uncontrollably, feeling her mushroom once more sink into the slime. More and more she ate, more and more she came. She was Jolana Erdos and she was their server today.

Cynthia’s slight frown betrayed the slight disappointment she was feeling at an otherwise entertaining occasion.

“Something wrong Dear?” her mother asked noticing the face.

“Well, I was hoping to have the girls here save that for later,” she returned with a knowing look.

“We can fix that,” she soothed seeing the approaching figure. A true six footer, Libena Dvorak was just the kind of breeding partner Naomi would have favoured had her seed been available. Tall and shapely, it would be highly likely that any offspring they had would double down on the green eyes both had.

“How are we doing over here?” the auburn red maned futamute inquired, her eyes twinkling, as she sidled up to the table that had commandeered one of the three apprentices on duty today.

“Fabulous,” the Darrow woman answered with an amused expression. “Jolana here has been quite helpful.”