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Earlysummer 15, SY 1094

Oaktooth, a 24-year old Shaman Squirrel, was on a routine walk one morning collecting fruit and berries. He had been trained in the Shaman Squirrel ways by his mother Ashflower and grandmother Redra before her. He did a double take when he thought he saw movement in the sky. At first, he thought it was a large bird, but as it got closer, he realized it was a ship. Oaktooth had been taught to remain calm whenever there was something out of the ordinary. From a safe distance, he stopped to watch the small arrowhead shaped ship land in a clearing, it’s landing struts folding out before it gracefully landed.

A hatch on the side of the ship opened, and out stepped a creature he knew existed but had never seen one before: a human. The woman stopped to breathe the fresh air, and seemed relieved. “Silvania! Finally!” she said, looking around admiring the distant mountains and vast diversity of tree and plant life. “It’s so beautiful!” The woman was rather attractive for a creature who lacked fur or a tail. She had smooth, tan skin, and dark brown hair. She wore a blue jumpsuit with the logo of the university she graduated from.

Oaktooth, concluding that she seemed friendly enough, was curious. He knew that not all humans are friendly, but this one did not seem too ominous. He got close enough for a conversation, and the woman turned to see him behind the bushes. “Greetings,” said Oaktooth. “I’m Oaktooth, the Shaman Squirrel. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?”

“I’m Herminia Stenger,” she replied. “It’s been my dream to come to Silvania. I graduated from the University of Gale Crater on Mars, with a degree in anthropomorphic physiology. I came here to study anthropomorphs like you. And you are one handsome specimen. I’d say an augment of squirrel DNA?”

“Yes, indeed,” Oaktooth said “I’m also a bear. Watch,” Oaktooth said, as he demonstrated his shape shifting ability. He became an anthro sun bear right before Herminia’s eyes. Then he changed back to his squirrel form. “But I would just identify myself as a squirrel.”

“Wow!” Herminia exclaimed. “How did you do that?”

“I’m a Shaman,” he said. “Now watch this.” Oaktooth put his basket down. Then he used his mind to lift the basket back up to his hand.

“What sort of technology...” said Hermina.

“No tech that I know of,” said Oaktooth. “I am gifted. Some say it’s radiation from the purple orb my grandmother found several decades ago. Would you like to join me on my walk? I’m gathering food.”

“Sure,” said Herminia. As they walked, they continued conversing. Herminia was about a foot taller than Oaktooth, because anthro-squirrels are usually less than 5 feet tall.

“So, you said you came from a place on Mars?” asked Oaktooth.

“Yes,” said Herminia. “I was raised on the oldest colony. It’s been active ever since Mars was terraformed 1,500 years ago. There are mostly humans there, with the occasional anthro or alien.”

“Have you met any anthros?” asked Oaktooth.

“Only a few,” said Herminia. “I knew a tiger lady who recommended I go to Silvania. Said her dad used to work at a pet shop in one of the villages.”

“And aliens?” asked Oaktooth, curiously.

“The occasional Chaluzedi, and more rarely Rusovians, Martulians, Bakiswi, Swambazi, Mingonians, Rorfians, Edandians and others,” Herminia said.

“My grandfather Shilocc was raised by a Chaluzedi couple,” said Oaktooth.

“Wow, I can’t imagine an augment being raised by Chaluzedi,” said Herminia. “Did you know that Chaluzedi were the aliens who carved that famous face on Mars?”

“Yes, my grandfather told me,” said Oaktooth. “But they later tried to erode it when they knew the ancient humans may become aware of alien life too soon in development as a species.”

Soon, Oaktooth and Herminia reached his cottage. “Is that where you live?” asked Herminia. “It’s very quaint.” The cottage was small, and built of stones and wood that was sustainably harvested.

Oaktooth pointed to a strikingly beautiful animal in his yard. “That’s my gheval, Ulari. Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite.” The gheval was mostly sea green in fur color and was about the size of a pony. She had a short horn on her head, a dark green mane and purple stripes.

“I’ve seen ghevals before,” said Hermina. “She’s very pretty. What breed is she?”

“Her father was a Spera and her mother was a Priana mix,” said Oaktooth. “She was one of 18 babies!”

“I didn’t think that could be possible!” gasped Herminia, recognizing the said gheval breeds. “I don’t see how such a tiny male could breed such a huge female, and have so many babies! You’re kidding me right?”

“I don’t lie,” said Oaktooth. “My mother’s a telepath.”

“She is?” said Herminia, chuckling.

They both went inside the cottage. “Is that coffee brewing?” Herminia asked. “Smells delicious!”

“Yes, it’s a coffee recipe my mother Ashflower invented,” said Oaktooth. “We call it squirrelchino. It’s made with freshly picked coffee beans, homemade almond milk, powdered pecans, and hazelnut extract, all from nuts harvested here in the forest.” Oaktooth poured the carafe of squirrelchino into two mugs.

“You are very resourceful,” said Herminia, picking up the mug. She sipped. “This is the most delicious coffee I’ve ever tasted! Much better than the coffee they served at the university.”

“Why thank you,” said Oaktooth. “So tell me, why are you interested in anthropomorphs?”

“Long story really,” said Herminia. “I’ve always been concerned with the plight of anthros. They’re often discriminated against. Even enslaved. But you are people, too.”

Oaktooth nodded in agreement, and sipped his squirrelchino.

“Anthros are given many names,” said Herminia, “Augments, animal morphs, animalfolk, furries, beastfolk, thropes, critterfolk, auggies, and the list goes on.”

“Why would people fear or hate us?” asked Oaktooth.

“Because they fear interbreeding will cause the human species as we know it to go extinct,” said Herminia. “But as someone who has studied the subject, I know that’s not possible.”

“I’ve never considered that,” said Oaktooth.

“To change the subject,” interjected Herminia, “is there a Mrs. Oaktooth?”

“No, there isn’t, yet,” he answered.

“Oooh,” said Herminia, beaming happily.

Oaktooth considered the possibility that Herminia was flirting with him. He figured he’d go along with it, by initiating in the human ritual of ride sharing.

“Would you like a ride on a dragon?” asked Oaktooth, blushing sheepishly.

“You have a dragon?” asked Herminia.

“If Cygnagons count as dragons, I do,” he said.

The two of them walked outside. Oaktooth put two fingers to his mouth and made a loud whistling noise. Seconds later, a large mammalian dragon landed gracefully on the path.

“Wow, that’s one majestic creature,” said Herminia. “Is that a Cygnan mammalian dragon?”

“Yes, she is,” said Oaktooth. “Her name’s Zara. She’s very friendly. Are you comfortable riding her?”

“I don’t mind,” said Herminia. “I’m up for the challenge.”

Zara already had a harness that fits two riders. Oaktooth and Herminia climbed on to her back and buckled in. “It’s only a bumpy ride the first time,” said Oaktooth.

“That’s okay, I don’t mind the… whoahhhh!” Herminia exclaimed as Zara took off into the air.

“Zara, let’s go to my parents’ cottage,” commanded Oaktooth while in midair. The massive golden-furred dragon knew exactly where to go. Within seconds, Zara landed gracefully in the front yard of another cottage a few miles away.

Ashflower and her wife Kina must have heard the swoosh of Zara landing, because they were already outside watching Oaktooth and Herminia disembark the loyal steed.

“It’s about time you’ve come to visit,” said Ashflower. “And who’s the human?”

“This is my new friend Herminia,” said Oaktooth.

“A human,” said Kina distrustfully.

Ashflower, as a telepath, sensed Herminia was harmless. “It’s okay, Kina,” Ashflower said. “I sense she harbors no ill will.”

“I’m a scientist who was educated on Mars,” said Herminia. “It was always my dream to come to Silvania one day.”

“Okay, come on in,” said Ashflower.

In the living room rested a small gheval roughly the size of a ferret. He was sitting there quietly, looking up at the strange visitor. “Aww, he’s the cutest thing ever!” said Herminia. “If science could measure things like cuteness, he’d be breaking every scale!”

“That’s Ulari’s father,” said Oaktooth. “He’s still quite a charmer, isn’t he?”

“I’m glad you like him,” said Ashflower with a chuckle. “His name’s Miket. Out in the stables is his mate, Kamya. She’s very old now, so we have to be there for her final days. Ghevals live roughly 40 years on average, and she’s 45.”

“Let’s go to the back and see Kamya,” said Oaktooth.

They went back to the stables. Kamya was a huge, old gheval, tan in color, with a light green mane and purple stripes. She looked weathered due to old age. “Hey, old girl,” said Oaktooth. “This is my friend Herminia.”

Kamya blinked twice, and then lay her head down in disinterest.

“Poor old girl,” he said.

Later that day, Oaktooth and Herminia decided to head home. Back at Oaktooth’s cottage, the two of them were inside, sipping tea. “So, Oaktooth,” began Herminia. “What’s with the lack of advanced technology on this planet?”

“Oh, advanced technology doesn’t work on Silvania,” said Oaktooth. “Many believe the planet is alive and doesn’t like advanced technology. Often nature rapidly overtakes things like energy weapons and ships, consuming them and breaking them down to their simplest elements.”

“My ship!” said Herminia. “I need to go see if it’s still functional.”

“I’ll come with you,” said Oaktooth.

The human and squirrel walked down the path where they met. “There it is,” said Herminia with a sad tone. The ship was already covered with vines and other vegetation. She brushed off the vines from the side hatch, opened it, and looked inside. Nothing was on. The control panels were dark. She tried pushing buttons to no avail. “You’re right,” she said. “I guess I’m stranded here.” Then her frown turned into a smile. “Stranded on Silvania. Yes!” Then she made a cheerful laugh and hugged Oaktooth. “This is going to be the beginning of an awesome life.”

Earlyautumn 27, SY 1094

Three months had passed. Herminia had been living with Oaktooth in his cottage. A relationship wasn’t expected by each of them, but they eventually started having feelings for each other.

“Oakie,” Herminia said one evening. “Do you think that maybe we can get married?”

“I never thought it possible, an anthro-squirrel like me marrying a human,” said Oaktooth, “but anything is possible.”

Herminia started petting Oaktooth’s head fur. “My little squirrel,” she said. “At first I thought you would be part of my scientific studies. But you’re much more than that to me. And it’s not just your abilities that impress me.” Being taller, she bent down to kiss him on the cheek. “Now I feel bad that I ever thought of you as merely an oddity to be studied.”

Oaktooth hugged her waist, his face between Herminia’s breasts. “I’m glad you came even if it was to study me,” said Oaktooth. “Would you like to… you know…”

“Sure,” said Herminia, knowing what he wanted. She lifted him up like a man lifting a woman, with one arm behind his back and the other arm behind his legs, and brought him to the bedroom. Then she lay him on the bed.

Oaktooth took off his loincloth, revealing genitals similar to that of a feral squirrel: A long shafted penis with a baculum, and a pair of large testicles. Herminia grabbed Oaktooth’s member and eased her mouth over it. “Oh, so good,” Oaktooth said as she felt Herminia’s mouth encompass his erect squirrelhood.

“You taste so good,” said Herminia. “Mmmpfff, yum, mmmm.” While she was sucking him, she took her panties off. She released his penis. “I know you’re ready for this,” she pointed to her lady part. Then she lay on the bed with him, and spread out her legs.

Oaktooth began by fingering her clitoris. “Yes!” said Herminia. “That’s the spot. Oooh, yes!”

Oaktooth lifted up her legs, and eased his erect member into her feminine canal. “Oh, so slippery,” he said. Precum spurted into the larger woman.

“Yes, oooh, unhhh,” moaned Herminia. “You know how to treat a lady.”

Oaktooth kept thrusting for several minutes, until finally he let one last groan. His sperm gushed deep into her in slippery strings.

“Oh, I felt that,” said Herminia. “That was a lot of spooge.”

“I haven’t released in a long time,” said Oaktooth. “But I’m glad I finished into you. If I were to have a child, I would hope I could get you pregnant.”

“I hope so too,” she said. “If it’s possible.”

“We’ll see,” said Oaktooth. Oaktooth put his paw around Herminia’s shoulders. “Want to watch the moons rise?” he asked. “I think Mornius and Saxtus are both full tonight.”

“Yes, that would be romantic,” said Herminia.

The two of them went outside and found a clearing where they can watch the two moons of Silvania rise.