FAR LANDS
Furry / magic beasts

    Ah yes lad, it is a far away land. One where magic is common and wonders are many. Founded by a great wizard oh so many years ago. The tales tell of him leaving the lands of his birth because of a great heartbreak. He could no longer stand to be around other people and so he transported himself far away and caused a great tower to form, filled with such wonders as a wizard would need. After some years passed he became lonely and wished for company. He had so far had only those animals that he had brought as pets and up to then they had been enough. But no longer, he wished to talk with someone and to listen to answers and other ideas. He pondered long and realized he still did not wish people about himself but perhaps the answer lie within his powers. The tales say he first took his cat and worked magic on it. Made it larger, taught it to walk upon two legs, gave it a voice, and changed its aspect so that it was almost human in appearance. Very pleasing so it is said and I believe it for her descendants are most comely. He did the same to other beasts and thus founded new races to populate his lands. There are now beings that make the mind stagger, centaurs, mermaids, cat girls,  fair maidens who used to be falcons, lizard folk, and others bred from many beasts. And all are pleasing to the eye and all are female. For you see this wizard made them for his own pleasure and he was a lusty man. They reproduce by coupling with normal men and each gives birth to twins always and all offspring are female and almost twin to their dams. The father may pass on hair and eye colors and other minor traits but nothing of his humanness. How do I know this to be fact, you ask? Why , I was father to many cubs, kittens, foals, nestlings, and others. Let me tell you of my life there.
    I was a sailor and had heard the tales of strange ships manned by half human half beast beings. Ships that always fled when spotted. Ships that were also said to rescue those in distress but at the cost of never being seen again. As a young man I scoffed at these tales just as I scoffed at all the other sea stories bandied about during the off watches. Then came the storm. Our ship was a sound one and was manned and captained by as good a crew as you would ever find but we were helpless in the face of such fury. Blown far from the normal lanes we found ourselves sailing in the very waters said to be home to the strange ships. We were severely damaged and feared we would never see home waters again. But we managed to make some repairs and just as we were about to set a course for home another storm hit us. This one was too much to survive and as our good vessel was blown apart by the waves we launched our boats and prayed for the best. We quickly became scattered and lost sight of the other boats. My boat was capsized and I was the only man aboard to live to see morning. I drifted with the wrecked boat for a day and a night and was preparing myself for death when the ship rose over the horizon. So happy at being rescued I failed to notice the crew until I was safely aboard. 
    Such a sight, I was at first shocked and believed it to be a dream. Then I realized the tales were true. I was aboard a ship manned [ if that is the proper word] by beings from a drunkard’s dreams. The skipper was a tall female that somehow combined the best aspects of a dog and a woman. Wearing only a hat and boots and a covering of fine soft fur that did nothing to hide her sex or its attributes she was both strange and lovely at the same time. The rest of the crew was a mix of types. Some had been cats, others seemed lizard like, while one or two reminded me of fishes. All shared the same good looks and lack of dress. They seemed to speak a tongue similar to ours but it was only much work that we were able to understand one another. I was allowed to rest and recover from my trials and in a couple of days was working along side of the strangest crew I had ever seen. Females or no they were a good crew with a fine ship. I believe the cat girls were the finest topmen  I ever saw, and not bad to gaze upon either. I found that my impression of some of them resembling fish was accurate. The mermaids could exist out of the sea for a few hours then had to return to refresh themselves in the water. Most of the time they would just jump overboard and swim alongside for a time and then would climb back aboard. They were welcome members of any crew I found out later. The ability to work underwater for as long as a job required was a boon to any ship and it was a lucky one that had more than one such member in its crew. By the time we docked I had become a full member of the crew included in all work and off watch activities. Which included some very interesting things not usually found in most ships. Sailors have the reputation of being randy and ready and it is one deserved. There is just no opportunity on most ships to indulge in sex play with the fair sex so of course we are ready when we get to port and have the chance. I found myself cast as the only member of the opposite sex on a ship full of sexy females. Needless to say the off watch hours were enjoyable once I got used to the feel of fur next to my skin. I was passed around like a bottle and somehow I was always ready and able to meet the expectations of each new lover. I found each different breed had her own pleasures to sample and soon learned the wants of each. As  I said a most interesting voyage.  
    Docking at the end of a voyage is always a busy time, too much to do and not enough time to do it. The ship has to be secured and then moved time after time so the derricks can reach each hold. All the cargo has to be moved in the hold so it can be lifted through the hatch. Ballast has to be shifted as the center of gravity changes. A lot of hard work just when you would think the voyage was over. Sunup to dark and beyond even with the guys on shore helping. Of course the guys on shore here were the oddest collection of female creatures I’d ever dreamed of. There were centaurs heaving on the lift lines of the derricks for gods sakes. Would you ever thing of a horse as sexy? I sure as hell never did before. These girls were. Human torsos rising out of the body of a horse sounds weird and I guess it is but somehow the total effect was to make even the horse part quiet enticing. Some time later I serviced more than a few of these lovely beings and as usual the first few took some getting used to but after that I found them to be wonderful lovers. You would think that a pussy big enough to slip out a foal would be kind of loose and sloppy. You would be wrong. There were muscles in there that could do things to you that I just can’t describe except to say it was wonderful. 
    Anyway as I was saying, by the time we got the ship unloaded and moved over to the graving dock where she could be cleaned and scraped and returned to new condition the skipper had met with the crew and I was told that I had been voted a one third share. Now if you have no idea of what I’m talking about it works like this. Pirates and fisherman commonly own the ship they sail on and after the expenses are paid and repairs, restocking, and reserve funds replaced the profits are divided up as shares. The captain gets two, mates one and a half, purser one and a half or maybe two, cabin boy maybe a quarter. They total up all the shares and pay each whatever it works out to. Merchant ships are usually owned by landlubbers and the crew work for wages. Only the best ships can survive for long on shares but those that do make a lot of money. There was a lot of joshing and joking as I was paid off. Comments like earning my pay by sleeping on the job and I wouldn’t need the money anyway. Most of it was the good natured stuff that is common with any good group of workers and it is always a positive sign. Some of it puzzled me though. What sailor didn’t need his pay? And I was surprised not to be signed on as a permanent member. After all they just got done praising me to the skies so why let a proven man slip away?
    I found out shortly. One of the cats [I will refer to each breed by the way I thought of them] showed up at out end of voyage party and informed me that my presence was requested and required in the morning and I was to go with her now so that I would have time to make ready. This was somehow not a surprise to the other members of the crew but I was unable to discern why in the few minutes I was allowed to say goodbye. They were a fine crew and I enjoyed the voyage even without all the extra activities. I was lucky enough to run into some of them over the years and considered them friends and it was with a heavy heart that I grieved for them when the word came that they had sailed away through a crack in the ocean. Such is the life of a seaman.
    The interview that morning was with the ruling council. A group of older ladies that seemed to be made up of all the breeds of the land. An offer was made to me. As their future depended upon those human males that they could find it had become the practice to treat them as prize studs and to reward them well for their labors. My job would be to make love to as many as I was able. I would be given a fine place to live and I would be able to choose where and what it was. Fully staffed and all wants filled I could work as much or as little as I wanted. There would be travel of course because it was not possible for all of my mates to come to me[ a lot easier for me to go to several of them than the other way round]. I felt the deal was fair as the unsaid part was I was never to be allowed to return home anyway. I think the reports from my old crewmates must have helped for I found out later I got a better deal than most. For there were more than a few men sharing the responsibilities of siring the next generation of beast women. I really should not call them that because they were not beasts. A nicer bunch could never be found, friendly, hardworking, honest, and loyal. And passionate beyond belief. But then most only ever got one or two chances to lay with a man so they tried to make the most of the time they did get. But even with each other the were free and relaxed about sex and I often watched as one or two or more took intense pleasure in pleasing each other. They always seemed more interested in their partners pleasure than in their own and you well know that is the way to the best sex you will ever find. 
   Now that I think of it I never did find out what they called themselves. There was no name for each breed and when they did refer to the whole group it was just the people. I was taken around the land and soon picked out a lovely spot to live. A villa on a point of land overlooking the harbor. A sailor could watch the sea and the ships and it was close enough to have one of the horse ladies run me down for a drink if I wished the company of sailors, even those covered with fur. Although there was some kind of system for choosing my partners that I never did quite understand I was free to pick my own within reason and it became my practice to do so on a regular basis. There was some kind of spells involved with breeding as well as keeping me at peak performance. They would not conceive unless the blessings of  the  priestesses were given but they were always ready and willing to receive my blessings and I was always ready to give them. As I said there was spells involved. I claim only the normal powers of a man but with them I could function all night and each time was as good as the first. I would last as long as was required to please my partner and our climaxes always were in time with each other. I never got bored or tired but found each new girl to be a exciting as the first one I ever had. Hell I never even got tired or sleepy until after the last one of the night and even if it was late by morning I felt fully rested and refreshed. It was quite a life. 
    I guess you would like to know what each different kind of girl was like, looks and all so I will try. Understand that much of what I say refers to things that cannot be described  with words that well and much of it you will lack the background to fully understand. Still I will try as best I can. I have already mentioned the horses so I will start there. You made love to each end in turn. Usually outdoors but there were some who liked it inside. They would lie down at first and while I would stand. The foreplay was much the same as you would have with a woman except there was nothing below the waist except the chest of a horse. They were very fond of caresses and kisses just above the hairline and it was often the last thing done before moving to the rear. Once back there most would stand and I would use a box to stand on to enter them. Once inside all I really had to do was hang on but they liked to hear me tell them just how wonderful it felt and most would use their tails to tickle me while I often pulled on the tail in response. It was a lot more fun than you might expect. In general I found the horse ladies  to be a lot of fun anyway. They liked sex a lot but they just refused to take it or themselves seriously. In some ways I think I liked them best. They were a crazy bunch and riding one was always an adventure. They just seemed to do everything with gusto and glee. Good girls and fine friends.
    The cats were, well, cats. Aloof until sex was involved then wild. You had to be careful of their nails[ claws] they would forget themselves and you could end up with some real deep scratches. Their fur was soft and fine and it was a form of sex all in itself just to rub against it. Most of them liked to do it face to face or doggy style but others didn’t care as long as you got in deep and tight. All loved to be serviced by mouth and could come in seconds with proper attention. Takes a while to bet used to furry tits though. Most all the people had them and some really wanted you to pay attention to them there. Still a fur covered tit is a tit and the nipples were bare and very nice. You would not believe what they could do with the tails but trust me it was nice. 
   Now I like dogs but I never really warmed up to most of the dog women. Few were interested in sex unless it was for breeding and then it was almost businesslike. Nice enough  folks to work or drink with and some of the smartest people but just too serious most of the time. Somewhat limited in their likes and dislikes I found them to be all alike in bed and while the sex was good they seemed to treat me as almost a machine. Kind of cold. The old stories say they were the first to learn about sex with human men but others claim it was the cats so maybe its just a dog thing. 
   There were few bears and I never knew that many so my impressions are limited. I understand they are more common other places but we only had a small number where I was. Large and strong they reminded me of female wrestlers. Broad shoulders and wide hips with short legs and arms they were often guards or did the really heavy work like smithing. Perhaps the hardest to love because of their body builds but worth the effort. Very loving and surprisingly gentle when being loved they loved to take it slow and easy to let the passion build. When it was time to climax it was always explosive. Although limited by body differences in the number of positions to use they were always open to new ideas and willing to try anything. Most loved anal sex when it was just for fun and  I have seen  them back up butt to butt and use their short stubby tails as a sort of substitute prick on each other. 
   Surprisingly enough it was the birds that were most human once you got past the feathers. They were bare of large ones on their fronts and had only a few downy ones instead. Bare breasts allowed them to enjoy all the usual  things here. As different among themselves as are human women they did share a few common traits. About the only thing really different about them was their lips were almost beaks. No not pointed but stiff and almost hard. Kissing one was strange and was not often done. Instead they preferred to kind of wipe their lips across yours in a motion that I’m sure you have seen parrots do. Not bad after you get used to it. Very good with their tongues they gave the best blow jobs of the bunch and were about the only ones that seemed to really enjoy it. Most of the others would indulge you but it never lasted long and seldom would they allow you to climax that way. The birds were always willing and would often orgasm as you came. Maybe its from eating worms before they were changed. But than again the tales claim that they were falcons so I don’t know. Always in a hurry and very easy to please but kind of nervous. With them you always thought they expected something to interfere before you got done. Just edgy all the time. Still I liked them and always looked forward to time with one.
    I will lump the lizards and the mermaids together even though they were quiet different simply because they were very alike when it came to sex. The only ones without hair or fur or something they both were totally bald and always had very small breasts. The lizards were smaller and had shorter arms and legs with long torsos. Their pebbly skin was soft to the touch and they were the only ones close to human in feel. The mermaids or fish were taller and had very long limbs. All had a layer of fat under the skin that made them quite cuddly. Both were willing to try almost any position but the fish really liked to do it in the water. Indeed I had  large tub just for that reason. We would play on the nearby bed but when it was time to enter her we would jump into the water to finish. Really weird to love a girl who keeps her head under water the whole time even when you kiss her but they were wonderful lovers. The lizards tended to like it outdoors in the sun and as they were very nice to look at I minded it not at all. About the only ones that liked to take the top it was common for them to insert the tip of their tail into my butt just a bit as they came close to climax. The first few times it happened I almost died but once I was over the shock it became a nice part of our loving. Both types of ladies were eager to please and only the fact that they were few in number kept be from dallying with them more.
   There were a few other types that I had not enough experience with to really form firm ideas about them. I only mated with one monkey type and found it a strange thing. Demanding and tending toward bitchy she was built like you might expect a monkey. We did it her way and I really don’t like making love in trees. Awkward and dangerous to my way of thinking but I understand that where they are more common there are provisions made to enhance the experience for the man. Still I don’t think I would like a study diet of them. If you are a breast man you would love the cows. Large heavy women with huge breasts. They have the least hair of any of those with full hair or fur with the tits smooth and bare. Slow moving and placid of temperament the few I mated with were slow and relaxing lovers. Time and passion were secondary to just being together. Built like the bears you had to experiment a bit to find positions that allowed you to be comfortable for as long as they wanted to remain joined but once there they were just wonderful lovers if you enjoy soft and slow. They liked to talk and just enjoy the company and it was common [ or so I’m told] for them to invite friends along to watch and to share the conversation. Certainly it happened with me once or twice. I understand there are a few other breeds that I never met so I will not talk of them but I did meet and love one very rare one. 
    She was of a breed that I know not the name. I believe her type was invented from scratch. I find her hard to describe even now. Very small and covered with a downy fur she was built like a young girl. Just nipples buried in her fur instead of real breasts and the smallest tightest holes possible. She kind of reminded me of a cavy if you have ever seen one. Short legs and arms with a plump body. At first she might sound odd and less than attractive but that is wrong. Somehow the whole was very much more that the sum of the parts. Perhaps the breed was built for sex and only sex for she was the best lover I ever had. Endlessly flexible and eager she enjoyed anything and everything. Somehow that small basically shapeless  body turned into the sexiest thing ever as we made love. She stayed with me for a week during which I slept with no others. We loved every minute we could and the rest of the time we shared other pleasures even to the point of forsaking food, drink, and sleep. There had to have been magic involved beyond just the normal magic that comes with any good loving or sex. 
   I half expected to hear comments about my spending so much time with just one girl when so many were waiting for their turns that would be so much shorter but instead it seemed like it was only to be expected. Perhaps she was something special in their society. I do not know but I often felt there was much that I was not told. Anything I asked was always answered but maybe I did not know what questions to ask. Looking back it seems that there always just enough time for whatever partner I had but no more that was really needed to satisfy her. We never felt hurried, most of the time it seemed like the whole world went away while we were busy only to return when we were both sated. We would go through the parting rituals and just as we finished the next one would present herself. Very strange. More magic perhaps? 
    I have spent most of my life living a dream and when I returned to my home lands I found that my life has been much longer that I would ever had suspected. Naturally I tried to find old mates or family but when I asked I found them vanished into time and from memory. As near as I can figure I have been gone over two hundred years and yet you see standing before you a man still in middle age and fit and healthy. Magic I guess. 
   What I have not yet told you is my reason for telling you my tale. You see for the very first time the people have decided to seek men instead of depending upon luck to cast them upon their shores. There is a fine fast ship waiting to meet with my small vessel when after I collect a few men willing to believe me to be telling the truth. Men open minded and brave enough to join me in the return voyage. Men who might risk all to win a place that is almost heaven. Will you join me and them?