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Enerka, a 98-year old Shaman Squirrel was in the center of her home village of Nimrione, a small self-sustaining community surrounded by woodlands on the heavily forested planet Silvania. Enerka was admiring a life size statue which was the memorial of Zara, a Cygnan mammalian dragon who died saving the village from a wyvern attack 65 years ago. The statue was made of stone sculpted from a rocky quarry a mile from the village. It was almost the exact likeness of Zara, from her golden front parts which gradually got darker toward the tail. The pose of the statue looked proud and heroic, head lowered sternly and wings spread out as if protecting the villagers from further harm. While looking at the statue, the old squirrel also recalled her father Drayle, who had passed away to the Nature Spirits just a few weeks ago at the ripe old age of 125.

“I must be a crazy old squirrel talking to a statue," said Enerka to the statue. “I've thanked you so many times before, but I feel like I must give you additional thanks. Not only have you saved the village of Nimrione all those years ago, you've also brought so much livelihood to my clan of Shaman Squirrels."

What could have just been a trick of the sunlight, there appeared to be a twinkle in the statue's eye as if understanding what the old squirrel said. She got up to leave, but she turned around to say, “Oh, and Zara, I hope my father is good company for you over there in the Spirit World."

Enerka continued back to her cottage, which was outside Nimrione a little way and surrounded by woodlands. As she went in, her husband, a 95-year old Great Pyrenees named Ryany was there. “Talking to Zara again, sweety?" asked Ryany.

“Yes, I've been doing that a lot lately," said Enerka. “Even more so since my father passed."

“Does our son Elmog know of our recent discovery?" asked Ryany.

“I'm sure he knows by now," said Enerka. “Ever since Persephone's Gift back in Seradd's time, the life expectancy of us Shaman Squirrels has been increasing a little each generation due to having Cygnagons in our bloodline. In fact, I'm expected to live to be over 160 years." (Cygnagon is short for Cygnan Mammalian Dragon.)

“And Elmog?" asked Ryany.

“I'd say close to 170," said Enerka. “Our granddaughter Pakaly is expected to live even longer than that."

“Too bad I'm not a Shaman Squirrel," said Ryany. “But at least this old dog knows some tricks in bed."

“And those tricks never get old," said Enerka. Both of them began disrobing, revealing flabby skin, and patches of where fur once was long ago. Moles and skin tags were all over Ryany's body. The elderly furs began to kiss to initiate the thing that usually comes next.

***

Meanwhile, several miles away, their 63-year old son Elmog was sitting by a campfire near his home, eating a roasted fish. “Thank the Spirits I don't have to read the rest of that," he said, throwing a book into the fire. The book crackled and hissed as the fire consumed it's pages, blackening and curling up as it slowly became ashes. Although Shaman Squirrels are usually vegetarian, Elmog continued to enjoy his fish in order to nourish his canine form.

'Why did you throw that book into the fire?' asked his 392-year old Cygnagon wife Tatydra, telepathically. 'I thought you enjoyed reading.' The large mammalian dragoness was able to speak telepathically to her much smaller squirrel husband.

“I have no intention of having anything to do with a book about keeping anthros as slaves," said Elmog. “It was written by a human author who was a huge advocate of anthro slavery. Even calls us 'augments' in that book as if we are defective and inferior. I never really trusted humans."

'Is that why you were hesitant at allowing our daughter Pakaly to marry one?' asked Tatydra.

“Yes, and also the fact that it was a group of humans who sent those wyverns to attack my parents' village before I was born," said Elmog. “But as a Shaman Squirrel, I made an oath to recognize the fact that not all members of one species are evil. This was a struggle I've had until Charley came into my daughter's life. I've actually grown to like that human."

Suddenly, there was a buzz on Elmog's wristband, a communication device that was the only form of advanced technology he possessed. He tapped it. “Hello?"

“Hi, dad, it's me Pakaly," came the answer from the wristband. “Sarima is coming into heat. Want to watch her choose a male?"

“Sure, I'd love to," said Elmog. “I'll be heading to your place soon." They closed the communication. Elmog turned to his gigantic wife. “Tatydra, I didn't know your daughter was coming into heat."

'You didn't recognize the signs?' asked Tatydra.

“I knew it was coming up, but I just didn't know it would be this soon," said Elmog. (Tatydra had given birth to Sarima 279 years ago when she still lived on the planet Cygnus Prime.)

Because their 36-year old daughter Pakaly was a neighbor within walking distance, Elmog didn't need to ride on Tatydra to get to her cottage. He set off on a heavily wooded path toward his daughter's house. This was a scenic route, a quicker way to her house would have been to cut across a meadow. Tatydra flew overhead, taking her mere seconds to get there. Elmog walked to the backyard of Pakaly's cottage. Sarima was resting peacefully between an elm and an oak tree for shade. Tatydra was already there, watching Sarima. Pakaly had just exited the back door of her cottage.

“Oh, hi mom, hi dad!" Pakaly said, greeting Tatydra and Elmog.

“This will be Sarima's second heat cycle," said Elmog. “Since her first happened on the planet Cygnus Prime, we Shaman Squirrels never witnessed her mating. But now we will."

“Look, I think they're coming," said Pakaly, pointing to the sky. “That's no flock of birds."

Elmog took a look at where Pakaly was pointing, shielding his eyes from the sun with his paw. Indeed, there were several male Cygnagons approaching their position. Sarima's eyes began slowly opening, as she knew instinctively she should be awake for what was to come. The large gray-furred dragoness lifted her head, and looked at the approaching males. She gradually got up on all fours and spread her wings out. Then she got into a running start through the forest before taking off flying toward the males.

Charley, a tall, light brown skinned man, walked out of the cottage. “Where did Sarima go?" he asked.

“She's up there chasing away males," said Pakaly. “She'll find the best one and fly down with him in a moment.

“Oh, so it's happening now," said Charley. “Doesn't this happen about every century or so?"

Elmog turned to Charley. “Yes, Cygnagons go through a heat cycle once every 100-150 years. Watching them mate is a Shaman Squirrel tradition dating back to first time it happened, when the late Zara conceived her daughter Noraxia over six centuries ago."

“Is Noraxia still around?" asked Charley. “I've never seen her before."

“Yes," said Elmog. “But she's retired from being our steed and is under the care of the village of Nimrione. Noraxia's daughter Persephone is still active, although she is with an Iskret tribe at the moment. And of course you know Persephone's daughter Tatydra is my wife."

“And of course there's Sarima," said Pakaly. “The first mating which we never witnessed, she had a daughter named Varada. And just seven years ago, Varada gave birth to a little one that I named Lulubelle."

“I knew that already," said Charley.

“I just like talking about it," said Pakaly. “I'm very proud to have named Lulubelle you know."

While they were conversing, Sarima had already chased away the unwanted males and was flying around in circles with the male of her choice. She was close to 40 times his weight, which is a little more than usual for their species. Sarima was large anyway even for female Cygnagon standards. She and the little male landed gracefully in the backyard of the cottage. Sarima stood up regally while the little male strutted around her as if inspecting her for blemishes. The male was a cream white color, with a beige mane.

“Looks like they both like each other," said Charley.

“I'd say Sarima chose well," said Elmog.

“He's a really cute little male," said Pakaly.

Sarima then lay down on her right side, with her left leg in the air, exposing her pink, swollen vulva. The male began by sitting on her right thigh and putting his forepaws on her lower belly. His erection was already leaving his shaft. Then, he started pelvic thrusts, until his malehood was inside the much larger female. Sarima groaned feeling her new mate take advantage of her heat.

“This is so nice to see," said Elmog. While he was trying to hide it, the squirrel's loincloth formed a tent because this mating aroused him. Then, Tatydra bent down her head and nudged Elmog's belly.

'Looks like you want some,' said Tatydra to her mate.

“Yes, honey," said Elmog. “But do you want to do it right here, right now?"

'If you'd like to,' said Tatydra. Being much larger than Elmog, she was always careful not to be too forceful with him.

Elmog turned to his daughter. “You don't mind if we mate do you, Pak?"

“Of course I don't mind," said Pakaly. “It's nothing I haven't seen before. You're always mating out in the open for all of Silvania to see." She had a point. Tatydra could never fit inside the privacy of a cottage, so Elmog always mated with her outside.

Tatydra adopted the same position her other daughter Sarima was in, with one leg up in the air. She allowed Elmog entry, and they began their usual love making.

“I know you're used to this, Pakaly," said Charley, “but I don't think I want to see my in-laws have sex."

“Are you sure?" asked Pakaly. “It's quite similar to how we have sex when I'm in Cygnagon form." (Pakaly had the ability to shift between squirrel and Cygnagon forms due to having them as parents combined with the mysticism of being a Shaman Squirrel.)

“You're right," said Charley.

“You know, there are two couples mating right now," said Pakaly. “My half sister Sarima with her new boyfriend, and of course my parents. I kind of feel left out, just saying."

“I would never want you to feel left out," said Charley, as he began to remove his pants. He through his clothes on the ground.

Pakaly, who was about a foot shorter than Charley, was getting much bigger than him. She started getting larger, her tail got broader and less bushy, and she sprouted a massive pair of wings. In her Cygnagon form, she bore a striking resemblance to her mother Tatydra. In both forms, Pakaly has chocolate brown fur with reddish highlights. “I'm ready when you are!" said Pakaly. She adopted the same position her half sister and mother had.

Soon, there were three couples going at it. Three huge mammalian dragonesses (Tatydra and her two daughters) with their much smaller males breeding them. There was an orgasmic orchestra of moaning, groaning, panting and squealing as all six had a wonderful time in the backyard of Pakaly's cottage.

The little male Cygnagon had finished his first of many rounds with Sarima. Sperm from Sarima's diminutive mate dripped out of her. In order to continue going on, he began to suckle on her lowest teats. These teats contain an enzyme that helps the male produce more sperm. This is necessary since they need to mate for ten days.

Meanwhile, Elmog had shifted into his canine form. In this form, he was a Great Pyrenees with a reddish back and white belly. Tatydra enjoyed Elmog thrusting in and out of her in his dog form. He made one final thrust, and his knot was locked into Tatydra. She moaned as her female parts grappled the knot, holding him into place. Stream after stream of canine spooge gushed from Elmog into Tatydra.

Charley was very much enjoying thrusting in and out of Pakaly. “Let's try my other form now," said Pakaly. “I'm ready to have a Shaman Squirrel baby."

“Wait, I'm about to, unnnhhh," he said as he released his seed into Pakaly's Cygnagon form.

“Please, keep going, but first, you must suckle on my teats like that little male is doing with Sarima," said Pakaly.

Charley leaned toward Pakaly's lower nipples and began to suckle. “This is so good," he said. “Mmm."

When Charley finished sucking her lower teats dry, Pakaly started shrinking back into her squirrel form. Soon, she was shorter than him again, with a cute fluffy tail.

Although the sperm-producing nectar Charley drank from Pakaly in her other form had yet to take effect, he still had vigor. He lay down on the ground, and Pakaly sat on his erect member, riding him in the cowgirl position. “Oh, yes," said Pakaly. “You feel so much bigger when I'm in this form!"

While she was riding him, the male Cygnagon was fast asleep underneath Sarima's left wing. He needed to rest while waiting for the enzymatic nectar to take effect.

Elmog and Tatydra were already finished. Elmog approached Charley and Pakaly who were still in the intimate embrace of copulation. “You don't mind if I watch, do you?" he asked.

Between moans, his daughter answered, “I suppose it's only fair."

Then Charley made one last groan as he shot more man seed into his wife's squirrel form. “That was so good," Charley said.

“That was some great fun we all had," said Elmog, while he and everyone else found their clothing and got dressed. “Pak, there is something I've been needing to tell you."

“That the Shaman Squirrels are increasing in life expectancy every generation?" asked Pakaly. “I know, Grandma told me."

“No, it's not that," said Elmog. “Something in my gut tells me I must move somewhere else."

“Why would you move, dad?" asked Pakaly. “I enjoy having you as a neighbor."

“We Shaman Squirrels have senses that we can't entirely explain," said Elmog. “My house needs to be vacant to allow you to open your paws to new neighbors, a couple escaping from a world of slavery."

“How do you know this?" asked Pakaly.

“I just do," said Elmog. “I don't know much about your new neighbors or when they will move in, but you should trust me. You will like them. Tatydra and I can always visit you."

“Okay, daddy," said Pakaly.

“Oh, and one more thing," said Elmog. “You should start thinking of some baby names. My Shaman senses tell me that the sex you just had with Charley will result in offspring."

“Oh, boy," said Pakaly.

“Or girl," said Elmog.

Pakaly hugged her father before he hopped onto his wife Tatydra and they took off, flying toward the sunset.