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Latesummer 6, SY 1208

Bremlur, a 24 year old Shaman Squirrel, had a farm for a few years, near the Pekara Sea and surrounded by woodland. Living by the sea was quite convenient for him because it allowed him to shift to his dolphin form whenever he decided to take a swim. There were many animals on his farm, so many he had volunteers help him take care of them, including his rat friend Tonan. He also had several acres of land for growing food. Occasionally Bremlur's father Mokus would come over and use his power of controlling nature to help his crops grow within seconds, but only when it was absolutely necessary. Bremlur had been disciplined to do things on his own.

Bremlur had been looking for love since his teens. At age 16, he lost his virginity in his dolphin form when he had a relation with an anthro-tigress. However, he felt awkward doing so, not because of the obvious differences between a feral dolphin and an anthro-tigress. But rather, he had a strong innate feeling that his true love was somewhere among the non-anthro animals. He was a zoophile, and fortunately for him, he came from a very accepting family.

Within the last 2 years or so, he had relations with a total of 100 female animals, using his power of shrinking and growing to accommodate the various sizes. He had played intimately with 5 of each of the following species (not all of which come from Earth): Alpacas, Cats, Camels, Cows, Dogs, Donkeys, Fallow deer, Foxes, Ghevals, Goats, Guinea Pigs, Horses, Llamas, Pigs, Rabbits, Reindeer, Sheep, Tanoccs, Water buffalo, and Yaks. That's right, he shagged ALL of them. This doesn't count the various dolphins he's played with in the sea using his dolphin form.

Bremlur loved all his animals dearly, but he had the closest bond to three of them: Perli the dapple cow, Skybune the horse, and Clarie the gheval.

The charming young anthro-squirrel farmer was out one day with a bucket doing his routine early morning milking chore. "Hey Perli," he said to his dapple cow. "It's time for your milking."

Perli was a large, chubby brown cow, with lighter tan spots. She had a very large, veiny udder. Perli batted her seductive eyelashes, and she moved over to her usual milking spot, next to a large oak tree. She knew this was his favorite spot because of a neat trick he likes to do while milking her. It was her favorite spot as well.

Bremlur put the bucket on the ground behind Perli's legs. He then took off his clothes, and climbed the oak tree and hung upside down with his legs on the lowest branch, so that his groin and Perli's can meet. He reached her udder with his hands and began squirting the milk into the bucket. Perli helpfully backed up so that she's closer to the bucket, and to his groin area.

It didn't take long for Bremlur to become aroused. He inserted his erection deep into the pretty cow's pink, wrinkled vagina, thrusting in and out, while milking her udder in harmonic unison. Perli mooed in pleasure while she was grazing. She loved her farmer, and he loved her.

"Oh, Perli," he said while feeling the nice rubbery texture of her nipples and feeling the milk inside them squirt into the bucket, while he shot a load of precum into her.

"Mooo," she replied with an obvious tone of pleasure.

"Here I come, sweetheart!" Load after load of Bremlur's seed shot into the fat cow. The bucket was full, and Perli's udder was drained dry. The two of them literally exchanged white, creamy bodily fluids. Bremlur climbed down the tree, and gave Perli a big hug and kiss. "You're a beautiful girl," he told her, petting his prized cow.

The squirrel shaman/farmer took the milk bucket and went back to his cottage to process it into butter, cheese, and cream. He had many other dairy animals, and would often pool the milk together. Volunteers would help him make the dairy products, and were often rewarded with either a farm product or granted permission to play intimately with one of his many animals.

Later in the afternoon, Bremlur went to tend to Skybune. The mare was unusual, because she was a result of an assisted mating between a knee-high miniature pony stallion and a very large Shire mare. She was a deep chestnut brown color, and looked like a small horse, or a large pony. The squirrel noticed his mare Skybune holding a bucket by it's handle. "Silly girl, you know I don't need that," said Bremlur. He knew what she wanted. Skybune dropped the bucket, and presented herself to her farmer, her lover.

"Ahh, I know what you want," said Bremlur. "No problem, my sweetheart."

He used his powers of growth so that he was tall enough for their genitals to meet. He proceeded to insert his erect squirrelhood into the mare's vagina. The mare continued to moan in pleasure.

"Oh, you are so hot, Skybune!" said Bremlur as he continued to thrust. She continued her horsey moans of pleasure. Then, stream after stream of the shaman squirrel's sperm pumped into the hot mare. "That was so good," he said, as he went limp. Poor Skybune whined a little because she wanted more of him so badly.

"Don't worry, I can get back on you," said Bremlur. "I'm full of libido. So you wait there like the patient lover that you are. I have to go get something. I have an idea in mind that you might like." He left toward the barn and came back to her with a stool. He managed an erection again, and continued breeding her, in gentle rhythmic strokes, while resting his rear on the stool. Then he used his powers to start shrinking. As he got smaller, he was able to sit on the stool while remaining intimate with his mare. He continued to get smaller, until he was standing on the stool, and her vulva was larger than he was. He pulled out, then with a quick jump, he leapt from the stool into Skybune's vagina. Bremlur could hear her moan when she felt the new sensation of his whole body entering her moist orifice. The mare splashed her juices all over her tiny mate. She also squeezed him with her orgasms, being careful not to crush him.

"Oh, you're so huge and hot!" the drenched anthro-squirrel said as he hugged her clitoris while his penis was rubbing up against her vaginal floor. He continued licking and hugging her clit until he assumed his dolphin form, still at the same tiny size he was. A better form to be wet in, he thought to himself. Then Bremlur in his dolphin form got even smaller, to the size of a minnow. He swam through the mixture of mare orgasm and his own spooge from earlier. He swam to the deep end of Skybune's vagina and found the cervix. Then, he inserted his dolphin member into the cervix, and began thrusting in and out. Suddenly, wave after wave of dolphin sperm pumped into the horse's uterus. Satisfied, the tiny dolphin swam back to the vulva, and grew a little. Then he birthed himself out of his enormous equine lover while shifting back into his anthro-squirrel form. He got out, and grew to his normal size.

Bremlur petted Skybune's neck. "That was amazing, you're such a good girl." He pecked a kiss on her face. He got dressed and headed back to his cottage.

Later that day, in the evening, the squirrel regained his libido and approached Clarie, his most beloved gheval. She was mostly Peletang, a dairy breed of gheval. She had trace amounts of Spera and Priana in her as well, because she was a descendant of Ashflower's ghevals Miket and Kamya. She had a beautiful coat of with hues of purple on her back, gradually becoming green on her sides and yellow on her belly. She had a long curved black horn on her head.

"Time again for more farm chores, Clarie," said Bremlur. "If you know what I mean. I don't think I want to grow this time to reach you if that's okay."

Clarie nodded and squatted down some to allow Bremlur access to her rump. He lifted her tail and was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. "You're in heat!" he said. "Don't worry, girl, your stud is right here." He started licking her vulva, and it winked at him, urging him inside. Clarie moaned, longing that squirrel rod of his inside her. Her taste aroused Bremlur and he became hard in seconds.

Clarie then sat herself onto Bremlur's hard squirrelhood, and he went into her as deep as he can get. The slipperiness of her heat allowed the squirrel to thrust rapidly in her. He felt the pulsating rhythms of her vaginal muscles hungrily stroking his long, hard erection. Her heat was pulling, caressing, and undulatinghim lustily. Clarie came, splashing her orgasm juices all over Bremlur's belly. "Oh, here comes my load!" said Bremlur.Clarie was so hot with her heat, Bremlur didn't last long. The squirrel gushed his spooge deep into her feminine chasm. He hugged her rump passionately. "You're the best! I love you so much, Clarie!"

'And I love you too,' Bremlur heard a voice say.

"Who was that?" the squirrel asked.

'It was me, Clarie,' was the voice again.

"But that can't be," said Bremlur.

Clarie turned her head toward Bremlur. 'But it was,' she telepathed, nodding.

"How can..." began Bremlur. "Telepathy isn't one of my powers. The Nature Spirits. They must have connected us somehow."

'You are correct,'_the gheval communicated. _'Only you can hear me.'

"Is it possible that..." Bremlur began.

'That I will get pregnant from you?' Clarie said. 'Time will tell.'

Midwinter 16, SY 1209

During the months of Clarie's pregnancy, Bremlur had a feeling that his offspring would undergo the typical 5-month gestation of a gheval, instead of the normal anthro-squirrel gestation period of 8 months, because the mother is the gheval.

Clarie had allowed Bremlur to continue playing intimately with the other animals without getting jealous, so long as she is number one.

The heavily pregnant Clarie the gheval was laying down underneath a tall pine tree. There was snow on the ground, but Clarie's winter coat made her impervious to the cold. Bremlur was wearing a heavy cotton coat.

"Looks like it's time for you, babe," said Bremlur. "It's still hard to believe I'm the father. But I know you haven't been with any male ghevals while you were in heat 5 months ago."

'Of course it's yours,' said Clarie. She started laboring, and began to push.

"Keep pushing, sweetheart, looks like it's coming out!" said Bremlur. "I only see the tail. Wrong end!" Bremlur reached in Clarie's vagina to adjust the positioning of the baby so the head comes first. Then, with some difficulty, the baby gheval splashed out, and amniotic fluids and placental remains were everywhere.

"It's a boy!" Bremlur said. "Looks just like you, but with mostly my coloring," he said, noting the baby was born in the gheval form. The baby squirmed a bit, and then, what seemed like an instinctual action, he shifted into the anthro-squirrel form. "That's my boy."

'Can I name him?' asked Clarie.

"You certainly can," said the squirrel.

'Well, he was born under a pine tree...' began Clarie.

"...and he was almost born tail first," said Bremlur.

'Pine...'

"...tail."

'Pinetail!'

Bremlur proudly held baby Pinetail in his arms. Then he put his son at Clarie's six-nippled udder so she can nurse him for the first time.Pinetail shifted back into his gheval form and started nursing. Bremlur put a wool blanket over his new son to keep him warm.

"The beginning of a new generation of Shaman Squirrels," said Bremlur. "Welcome to the world, Pinetail, the Eighth Shaman Squirrel."