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Orlan, a 25-year old male raccoon, was traveling in a scout craft with his pilot, Ssrintik, a reptilian alien known as a Swambazi. The raccoon wore a raggy tunic with belts and sashes that made him look like a rebel renegade, and the Swambazi wore a metallic jumpsuit.

"I want to thank you again for getting me out of that slave compound," said Orlan.

"It'ssss no problem," Ssrintik said. "I wasss a ssslave of the Blorik too, ssso I know how it isss."

"Are we almost at the Silvanian system?" asked Orlan.

"We're there already," answered Ssrintik.

"Good," said Orlan. "The Blorik never go there."

"I wouldn't be ssso sssure of that," said Ssrintik. "They're right behind usss!"

The raccoon and the Swambazi braced for impact as their port engine was hit by a weapon from the Blorik ship. "Return fire!" yelled Orlan.

The Swambazi hit a button on the control panel, and a torpedo shot out of the aft cannon of the vessel. Fortunately, the aft torpedo was able to blast the Blorik ship into space junk. Ship debris and dead, ugly tentacled aliens floated off into space, until they were caught by the gravity of Silvania's nearer moon Mornius.

"Yesss!" said Ssrintik.

"Will we be able to land on Silvania with our damaged engine?" asked Orlan.

"We can sssertainly try," said Ssrintik.

The damaged scout craft managed to push through Silvania's atmosphere, sending a smoke trail behind it.

***

Rakanda, a 35-year old squirrel, was walking in a path in the Silvanian forest with her 8-year old daughter Rona. "The first step in becoming a shaman is to appreciate the natural world around you," said Rakanda to her daughter.

"Well that's easy," said little Rona. "Nature is so pretty! Except for the ugly bugs."

"Those ugly bugs are necessary for the balance of life," said Rakanda. "They help feed birds, shmirds, lizards, and other creatures."

"Can I appreciate smoke trails too?" asked Rona.

"Now why would you ask something like that?" said Rakanda.

"Because there's one up there right now!" said Rona, pointing to the sky.

"I think it's a ship of some kind," said Rakanda. "Let's go see where it's landing. It's best for you to stay behind me."

In a matter of minutes, the scout craft landed ungracefully into a copse of trees in a meadow not far from the mother and daughter squirrels. Rakanda and Rona ran towards the crash site.

"Oh, my," Rakanda said. "It's a Swambazi ship. They're usually friendly, but stay back to be on the safe side, Rona." Rakanda slowly approached the crashed ship. A door opened, and out came a bedraggled, limping raccoon with blood on his forehead. "Are you okay?" Rakanda asked.

"I... don't know," said the raccoon. "I'm Orlan. My pilot is a Swambazi named Ssrintak. I think he's dead."

"I'm Rakanda, the Shaman Squirrel," said Rakanda.

"Nice name, Rakanda," Orlan said. "Almost sounds like a tribute to raccoons like me!... Ouch!" he said as he tried to walk on his bad leg.

"I can heal your injuries," said Rakanda. "I'll also check your friend."

"But... You don't look like a proper doctor," said Orlan, noticing her simple tribal attire.

"Easy for you to say coming out of a spaceship," said Rakanda. "Please stay still and allow me to show you what I'm all about." She turned to her daughter Rona. "This is how you heal when you're a shaman." She put her paws on Orlan's head. A purple mist of energy emanated from her paws. A strong empathetic desire to heal the raccoon overwhelmed her. The raccoon was healed in a matter of seconds. "You're good as new!"

"Wooowww, mom!" said Rona.

"What... What was that?" asked the raccoon. "You must be some kind of goddess."

"I wouldn't call myself a goddess," said Rakanda. "That was the healing power of my ancestors."

"What about Ssrintik?" asked Orlan.

Rakanda went into the ship. Orlan and Rona followed. Rakanda looked at the body of Ssrintik. Shrapnel and debris had torn the reptilian alien to an unrecognizable state. She then put her hands above the creature, and the purple haze enveloped him. Rakanda tried very hard to manipulate her healing ability but to no avail. She looked at Orlan sadly. "I'm sorry," she said. "He's gone. My abilities have limits."

"He... He saved my life," said Orlan.

Rakanda frowned, feeling Orlan's emotional pain. "I'm so sorry," she said.

"I'll be okay," said Orlan.

"Am I correct in assuming you're fleeing from someone?" asked Rakanda.

"Yes," said Orlan. "I was a slave of the Blorik."

"Oh, no," said Rakanda. "I've heard they can be very brutal."

"Brutal doesn't even begin to describe some of the things they do," said Orlan. "Will I be safe from them on this planet?"

"I'll see to it you are protected," said Rakanda. "Follow me and my daughter to our cottage."

"This is a very beautiful planet," said Orlan, amazed at the variety of tree species. "I've never seen so much green in the entire galaxy. Looks like a great place to unwind."

"Indeed it is," said Rakanda.

"Mom, I'm sad about the poor lizard man," said Rona. "But at least we got Mr. Raccoon here! He seems to love our world."

"Sweet kid you got there, Rakanda," said Orlan. "She definitely has a great mom."

"Why thank you," said Rakanda.

When they reached the cottage, Rakanda said, "you must be famished. I got some mint tea and raspberry scones if you'd like some."

"Thank you," said Orlan. "I can really use your hospitality."

While they sat and ate together, Orlan explained how he got out of the slave compound, exaggerating details such as the size of the guards. Rona was rather tired from the long walk, so she went to her bedroom while her mother continued to speak to Orlan.

"You have a great deal of courage," said Rakanda, sipping her tea.

"Well, if it wasn't for Ssrintik, I wouldn't be here," said Orlan gloomily.

"The Blorik could be looking for you," said Rakanda. "I know of just the thing that will make you undetectable to them."

"I doubt they'd be looking for one runaway slave," said Orlan.

"You may never know," said Rakanda. "To be on the safe side, I insist on using my orb to protect you from them."

"Your... Orb?" asked Orlan.

"Yes," said Rakanda, entering a special room in her cottage, containing a purple orb. She picked it up, and held it in both hands, showing it to Orlan. "This orb has been in my family for about 4 centuries," said Rakanda. "It's what gives me my healing abilities."

"Where'd it come from?" asked Orlan.

"The exact origin still is unknown," said Rakanda. "But according to the writings of my twelve-greats grandmother Redra, the very first shaman squirrel, she found it inside of a fallen meteor."

"Interesting," said Orlan.

"I must use it now," said Rakanda. She looked down at the orb with intention. Then she closed her eyes. "May this orb protect Orlan from the Blorik as long as he lives on this planet." A opaque purple shell grew from the orb, encompassing Orlan, then it slowly dissipated.

"They will not find you," said Rakanda. "I promise."

***

Meanwhile, near Silvania's far moon Saxtus, there was a ship.

"I knew his biosignature was on this planet, but I just lost it," said an officer on the Blorik ship. "There's no sign of him anywhere. Nor is there any sign of the Swambazi scout craft."

"What do you mean there's no sign of him?" demanded the Blorik captain. "Just turn this ship around. No use tracking that furry varmint. Bad enough one of our own ships was destroyed looking for him. He's probably dead anyway."

The Blorik ship promptly left the Silvanian system.

***

"Thank you," said Orlan.

"My pleasure," said Rakanda.

"So, Rakanda," said Orlan. "Certainly Rona must have a father. Do you have a mate?"

"Rona had a father," said Rakanda. "His name was Elmar. Sadly he died in a fall trying to scale a cliff. He was very adventurous and too sure of himself. But now my little Rona doesn't have a father figure." Orlan could see the emotion in Rakanda's eyes. Rakanda paused, looking at Orlan. Then, she smiled. "I've been without a male for too long." Rakanda couldn't help admire Orlan's good looks. Her hormone levels were rising. "Follow me to my bedroom," she said.

"Okay," said Orlan. "What's this about?"

"I need you," said Rakanda. "I just know it's you. Fate must have let you drop from the sky to me."

"Well, we just met," said Orlan.

"Look at me," said Rakanda. "What do you think of me?"

"You're very attractive," said Orlan. He knew she was roughly 10 years older than him, so he was rather shy and hesitant.

"Thank you," said Rakanda. "You're very handsome." Then Rakanda's lips came closer to Orlan's. He backed away a bit, but then regained his courage. The squirrel and raccoon began to passionately kiss. Then their wild instincts kicked in, and they quickly removed their clothing.

Rakanda pushed Orlan on the bed, and sat on his erect member, easing him into her in the cowgirl position. "Oooh, wow," she said, surprised at the pleasantly strange feeling of the raccoon's baculum in her.

"You're so tight," said Orlan as he was thrusting in and out of her.

"Yes, yes, keep it coming," said Rakanda, bouncing up and down on the raccoon's member. Her breasts were bouncing up and down while Orlan was thrusting.

"I'm about to explode," said Orlan. "Oh, yes!" he said as raccoon sperm spurted into the shaman squirrel in copious streams.

"Oh, you're the best!" said Rakanda.

The squirrel and raccoon laid down on the bed together. "This... This was my first time," said Orlan.

"You mean you were a virgin until now?" asked Rakanda.

"Yes," said Orlan. "As a slave I never had the opportunity to have any sex. In fact, I was on a list to be castrated before I managed to escape."

"Oh, my, I'm so glad you weren't castrated," said Rakanda.

The two of them fell asleep together. When morning came, they got dressed and prepared breakfast. Rona was already up.

"Is Orlan gonna be my new daddy?" asked Rona to her mother.

"Yes, Rona," said Rakanda. "He is."