Drayle, the 24th Shaman Squirrel

Story by ShamanSquirrel on SoFurry

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#32 of Shaman Squirrel Chronicles

This takes place in SY 1676, which is 33 years after "Persephone's Gift" and 106 years before "Pakaly, the Shaman Squirrel."

Drayle's family tree can be disregarded because it is out of date. Feel free to ask questions if you're still confused.


Drayle was flying around in the air one morning, enjoying the heavily forested view above his cottage. He enjoyed this form, as it allowed him freedom from gravity. He was currently a Cygnagon (short for Cygnan mammalian dragon), but his other form is a squirrel; specifically a 30-year old anthro-squirrel shaman. His two forms are the species of his parents, who were a male shaman squirrel named Seradd and a female Cygnagon named Persephone. In both forms, he had the same tan fur as his father Seradd and a blue blaze on his sides were inherited from his mother Persephone. He was proud of this shape shifting ability, made possible by a mysterious greenish orb he kept in his cottage.

He then landed running while transforming back into his slightly larger but overall lighter anthro-squirrel form, wings shrinking into his back as his tail got bushier. While his Cygnagon body was smaller than his squirrel body without the wings; the wings are big enough to make him weigh less in his squirrel form.

"You do that every morning," said his wife, a 28-year old rabbit named Joyce, who was with their 3-year old daughter Enerka. "But I'm more impressed each time."

"Glad you like that," said Drayle. "Too bad you can't ride on me. I'd love to give you a ride." Male Cygnan mammalian dragons are a small fraction the size of the females, and even shamans with shape-shifting abilities such as Drayle can only shift to the true size.

Suddenly, Drayle's communication wristband began to buzz. It was the only form of advanced technology he possessed. "It looks like it's from our Iskret friend Kiriki. Joyce, do you know why Kiriki would be calling us right now?" The Iskret are a race of squirrel-like beings from Cygnus Prime, the same planet Cygnagons come from.

"Not really," said Joyce.

Drayle answered the wristband. "Hello?"

"Hello," came the answer. "It's Kiriki. I have sonething of invortance to ask of you." The Iskret, when speaking English, always had trouble with lip consonants due to the size of their upper incisor teeth.

"Sure, come on over," said Drayle.

"I'll ve there soon on ny Cygnagon." said Kiriki.

"See you soon," said Drayle. He closed the communication.

"Oh, another Cygnagon is coming," said Joyce. "Do you think Sarima would be okay with that?" Drayle and Joyce were currently the keepers of Sarima, a 184-year old female Cygnagon who was the granddaughter of Persephone, making her Drayle's niece. It never seemed awkward to Drayle riding on his much older niece, since he only considered her that relation when he was in his Cygnagon form and did not need to ride.

"Sarima will be fine with another Cygnagon, I'm sure," said Drayle.

The two of them prepared for the arrival of their friend and allowed for landing space for his Cygnagon. An hour later, a large, beautiful Cygnagon landed in front of their cottage. She had greenish fringes on her golden-colored wings, and a rich, chocolate brown body. Hopping off the Cygnagon was her tiny rider, Kiriki. He stood only about 3 feet tall. Like Cygnagons, male Iskret are much smaller than females, possibly the result of the same evolutionary pressures being from the same planet.

Drayle and Joyce were impressed by the creature. Luckily, their Cygnagon Sarima was asleep so was not in the position to be jealous. "She's gorgeous!" said Joyce.

"She sure is," said Drayle. "And she's rather old. See her dewlaps?" There were several fatty folds of skin in front of her neck, which naturally develop in aging female Cygnagons, but do not interfere with flight.

"She's very stunning for an old one," said Joyce.

Kiriki approached the couple. "I'n glad you like Coleitha," he said. "She's 684 years old."

"That's older than Zara!" said Drayle, referring to his Cygnagon great grandmother.

"What was the important matter you wanted to discuss?" asked Drayle.

"Coleitha is affroaching her fifth heat cycle," said Kiriki. "Tonorrow she'll ve in full heat. I want her to vreed one last tine vefore she dies." Female Cygnagons undergo five heat cycles in their lifetime. "Your shafeshifting avility is well known."

Drayle chuckled. "Oh, I remember now. Back when we were cubs, you wanted me to breed her whenever she has her fifth heat cycle. I though you were just joking then."

"It was no joke," said Kiriki.

"Oh, no, I will not allow it!" said Joyce. "Drayle belongs to one lady only! Me!"

"Hnnnn," said Kiriki. "Ferhafs he doesn't necessarily have to vreed with her, vut only ve given a chance."

"In a male Cygnagon bachelor group that is following a female, the female only picks one of the males," said Drayle. "So I'm assuming I'll be one of the males and she might not choose me."

"Correct," said Kiriki.

"Okay, fine," said Joyce reluctantly. "Only if this is for breeding, and he only has a small chance."

Later that day, Sarima and Coleitha were getting to know each other. They were getting along surprisingly well. Sarima knew Coleitha was much older, so respected her presence even though she was in Sarima's territory.

"I'm glad to see they're getting along," said Drayle. He looked at the sky towards the north, and saw a flock of something flying closer. "Looks like they're coming already."

"Good, good!" said Joyce hopping up and down enthusiastically. "Come on little guys, I know you can do it!" The jealous rabbit knew that the more male Cygnagons came for Coleitha, the less Drayle's chance of being chosen.

Drayle took a look at the approaching males. "Wait... could it be..." said Drayle. "It is. One of them is my uncle Khazeru."

"Isn't he the uncle who has your shapeshifting abilities?" asked Joyce.

"That's right," said Drayle. "And he's three years younger than me." Drayle's Cygnagon grandmother Noraxia had come into her fourth heat cycle shortly after he was born. Then his Shaman Squirrel grandfather Fengle serviced her, and she gave birth to Khazeru after a 3-year Cygnagon gestation period.

"I've always thought that was funny," said Joyce. "You have a niece who's older than you and an uncle who's younger than you."

"Goes with being part Cygnagon," said Drayle. "I got to join the bachelor group now. It's part of the complex mating ritual." Drayle kissed his wife letting her know he still loves her, and then shifted into his Cygnagon form, and flew off, joining the other males. Now, there were six in total, including him. Joyce hesitantly waved good bye.

Night had come, and the two moons Mornius and Saxtus were already casting twin shadows in the forest. The male Cygnagons were finding roosts to sleep in while they eagerly awaited morning, when they will have a one in six chance to mate with Coleitha. Drayle chose to be within speaking distance of Khazeru. (Normally Cygnagons are incapable of speech, but shapeshifters that can choose that form are an exception). Both felt comfortable resting on a different branch of the same large tree, as male Cygnagons sleep that way. "So, Uncle Khaz, I see you've answered the call of the wild," said Drayle.

"Yep, I sure did," said Khazeru. "Couldn't resist the allure of an old female undergoing her fifth and final heat cycle. That sagging dewlap of hers is so freaking sexy."

"I'm not a huge fan of dewlaps," said Drayle. "I'm really just doing this for my friend Kiriki. I don't want to turn down a friend."

"Mrraaaak!" one of the other Cygnagons cried. This was a sound indicating annoyance; in this case it meant, "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" Eventually, all six male Cygnagons dozed off to sleep on various tree branches in the forest, dreaming of their chance to fertilize the huge, old female.

The next morning, Coleitha was up and pacing around. All six male Cygnagons were already flying around in circles. Coleitha then went off into the sky. She began her mate choosing first by rejecting one male by nipping at his tail. He knew he could not possibly try to mate with a creature 30 times his weight if she rejects him like that, so he flew off. Coleitha repeated this to another male, and another, until there were only two left. The two were Drayle and Khazeru. Then Coleitha made her choice. Drayle was bitten very hard on the midsection of his tail. He immediately flew back down to the ground repeating the word "ouch" several times.

Joyce was already up. "She really bit you badly," she said. Drayle's Cygnagon tail was bent out of shape and was dripping blood.

"Don't worry," said Drayle. "That's an easy fix." He morphed into his squirrel form. His squirrel tail was completely healthy and undamaged.

Drayle and Joyce looked up into the sky. Coleitha and Khazeru were doing an elaborate mating dance in the sky. Joyce was beaming with delight at Coleitha's choice. "I hope you're not disappointed that she didn't choose you," Joyce said.

"Not at all," said Drayle. "However, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Not many squirrels can shape shift into a Cygnagon and be a part of their mating ritual."

"Looks like they're about to land now," said Joyce. Coleitha and the much smaller Khazeru landed between Sarima and where Joyce and Drayle were standing.

"He seems to know what he's doing," said Drayle.

Khazeru was walking around Coleitha inspecting and admiring her. She sat down on her side, exposing her old and stately lady parts, bright pink and ripe for breeding. She had fertile eggs in her ancient womb, a vessel which carried many Cygnagon babies over the past several centuries. Coleitha moaned, yearning for the seed that Khazeru had. Seed that would fertilize her one last time and give her a final brood to care for before she joins the nature spirits in her old age.

Khazeru adopted a position, with his feet on her thigh and his hands grasping her hip horn. His huge, erect penis started poking Coleitha's rump several times until finally finding her vagina, sliding in deep. Being so much smaller than the females, a male Cygnagon must have a proportionately large penis to accommodate the much larger female.

Coleitha closed her eyes half way, and let a moan of pleasure as Khazeru was thrusting in and out of her with great vigor, his over-sized testicles swaying back and forth. There were moments when he would hold his entire length in her for a few minutes to ejaculate large quantities of semen, large testicles pulsating during each ejaculation. Then he would be continuing to thrust in and out again.

"The determination to breed on both their parts is amazing," said Joyce.

"Indeed it is," said Drayle. "They will continue mating for 10 days."

Khazeru dropped off of Coleitha, and then went to some teats that were between her hind legs. He began suckling the teats. "Delicious!" said Khazeru between suckles.

"Is he drinking the enzymatic nectar you told me about?" asked Joyce. "The stuff that's not milk?"

"Yes, he is," said Drayle. "The juice from those lower teats help him produce more sperm."

"Hmmm," said Joyce. "I have an idea." Joyce went into the house, and came back with a bottle. She went toward Khazeru, who was still suckling. "Hey, Khaz," she said. "You wouldn't mind filling this up, would you?"

"Sure," he said. Khazeru continued to suckle one teat while he was squeezing another into the bottle Joyce gave him. When it was full, he handed it to Joyce.

She went to Drayle. "I'd like you to drink this."

"Are you wanting some really kinky messy sex or something?" asked Drayle.

"Yes," said Joyce. "I'd love that. I know that stuff works in both of your forms, but I'd like you to be in your Cygnagon form when we make love."

"Sure thing," said Drayle, as he gulped the liquid from the bottle while changing to his Cygnagon form, creating the illusion that the liquid is causing him to shape shift. "Well, it should take a couple hours before it comes into effect." Drayle and Joyce walked inside.

A couple hours had passed. Outside, Khazeru went back to his mating duties with Coleitha, servicing the gigantic, ancient beast who needed his seed to create her last brood.

Inside, Drayle and Joyce were completely naked and ready for their usual intimacy. Wide eyed, Joyce was in total admiration of Drayle's malehood. "You are so much bigger as a Cygnagon, and even bigger after that drink."

Drayle was currently so well hung as to become the envy of most stallions, with a length of about 18 inches and a width of 3 inches. His testicles were roughly the size of melons. His relatively small body size in this form made it look like he was wearing genitalia meant for a creature dozens of times his size. "I'm not sure I can fit in you, but I'll try," Drayle said.

"You'd better fit that in me!" said Joyce. "I think I'd love a little Cygnagon/rabbit shapeshifting baby growing inside me, so help me make one now! Poor Enerka is so lonely without any siblings."

Drayle thought about their daughter Enerka, who was conceived when he was in squirrel form. At that time, he was unable to fit into his wife with his well endowed Cygnagon form. Sex in his Cygnagon form was much easier after the birth of Enerka, and Joyce preferred that form. Now, with the enzyme solution helping him produce more sperm, he was more likely to make a baby with her in this form.

"Okay, honey," said Drayle. Joyce was already on all fours, with her little rabbit bob tail in the air. He grasped her sides, and with a little effort managed to penetrate her with his huge endowment.

"Ohhhh," exclaimed Joyce in a combination of pain and pleasure. "Yes, that's... Ooohhh! Owww! Ohhhhhh."

Drayle continued thrusting in and out, trying his best to be gentle with his wife. "Oh, yes, so tight," he said.

Joyce was practically paralyzed with pleasure. She let out a faint "Ahhhh" as her orgasm juice started spurting out, all over Drayle.

"I'm going to cum!" exclaimed Drayle, as burst after burst of seed gushed into Joyce. A huge amount squirted into her uterus, as well as dribbling down her thighs, and all over the bed sheets. Drayle held himself into his tight wife.

Joyce was heavily breathing as she said, "That... was... the... best!"

Drayle pulled out, and there was still ribbons of his masculine essence squirting all over her back and some on her long ears. "Now, we just got to wait to see if you're pregnant," Drayle said, lying down by her side.

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "What if I have a female?" She knew she was much too small to bear female offspring that is half Cygnagon.

"Don't worry," said Drayle. "Remember Enerka was born a rabbit like you, and she is only just learning to shape shift into a squirrel. Your offspring will be born a rabbit and later learn to shapeshift into a Cygnagon."

"Well, that's a relief," said Joyce.

"Even if something goes wrong in your pregnancy, you always have me to do my shaman healing," said Drayle.

"Will Coleitha give birth to shape shifters too?" asked Joyce.

"No," he answered. "That only works if you're a shaman like me. Khazeru isn't a shaman, but he'll still be the father of full Cygnagon offspring even when he's back in squirrel form."

"Oh, I see," said Joyce. She was still breathing heavily after the intense sex. "Let's rest this off."