The alchemist looks down at their candlelit tome, counting up in their head the drawers they'll need to confirm. First, over to the minerals.

A few wooden compartments slide open, the alchemist mumbles some numbers and thoughts, and the compartment closes again. This continues for a bit. Now over to the florals and fungals.

An aromatic array of plants and mushrooms adorn shelves and planters along an entire wall of windows, lit by the moon and a brazier hanging above. The alchemist snips some leaves, plucks some berries and seeds, and scratches some bites into the tome. Faunals next.

The alchemist opens the door into the grove. The warm breeze carries the scent of pine trees and manure across the threshold. After checking the beehive, the coop, the goats, pigs, cows, and sheep, they check more items off their list.

The alchemist sets sleepy eyes on the cabin across the bridge spanning the creek, and squints at the firelight flickering in the window. After a yawn, they cross the bridge, and knock. You pull the door open.

"How was dinner?" They ask.

"Good! A little spicy, but not too much." You answer. They nod and make a note.

"For the morning, make sure and stretch your core as much as you can, I'll need a sizable sample." You nod, and hang your robe on the hook by the door. The alchemist gestures to your face, and you open your mouth. With a metallic probe, they deftly feel around under your tongue, in your cheeks, across your hard palette.

"And back.." they say. You brace for the familiar feeling of the probe sliding down your throat, a sensation that has gotten considerably more comfortable since beginning your employment. "Alright, looks good!" The alchemist says enthusiastically. "Next."

You raise your arms and spread your legs, bare skin speckled with goosebumps as the wind wraps itself around your nude body. The alchemist prods gently into your underarm, checks something in the book. They nod, and you put your arms down. The alchemist then reaches over by the door and grabs a stool, and sets it in front of you. They slowly squat onto it, and after checking a few notes, reach up, unlock your chastity device, and manually begin inspecting your genitalia.

Fingering the folds, caressing the curves massaging the sensitive bits, just long enough to firm them up. They nod and mark a note here and there, then switch to behind you, leaving the stool for you to bend over. As you drop to your knees, and rotate your hips to give the alchemist access to between your glutes, they ask a question.

"How's the chastity device felt so far? Not too uncomfortable?"

"Not at all!" You answer, with a small shake of the head.

"Truly sorry to have had you in it for so long now, just have a contract for tomorrow and I'll need a lot, so best to have you built up. Any request for a lubricant? You liked the goatweed with some aloe last time if I remember correctly?"

"Oh, yes I loved that mixture, stayed viscous for so much longer than the last."

"I'll have some ready then!" the alchemist says, and you can hear the smile in their voice, as they begin to probe your rear end with the rod. The cold of it gently shocks you as always, but it quickly warms up and feels more akin to a massage.

"Just a drop.." the alchemist says, and you feel a liquid bead tingle against your anus. The alchemist uses the rod to spread it out a bit, and gently inserts the tip of the rod and inch or so. They leave it for just a moment, remove it, and wait a few seconds.

"Alright! You're looking in tip top shape. The swimming has really done wonders for your circulation I think." With a shiver as the rod exits you, you rise back up, and sleepily grin at the alchemist.

Yes, it's really felt nice to get moving again!" You grab the robe after the alchemist reaffixes your chastity device and slide into it.

"Alright then, get some rest, don't forget your stretches, and to hydrate in the morning. As I said, I'll need quite a large orgasmic sample tomorrow."

"Sounds good, doc. See you in the morning." You grin, wave, and head back into your warm cabin, spreading the fire out to darken it. You drift off to sleep, a smile on your face for the prospect of the next day. "I love my job," you whisper into the night air.

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Be my apprentice!

No real preference on gender, I'm ok with and into anything :) This story could go all sorts of different directions. Does a curious adventurer or customer show up to the cottage and become enamored with the livestock? Perhaps a customer has rented out the alchemist's apprentice for a fertility ritual! Come with ideas, and come to, well, cum ;)