Byelka, the Fifth Shaman Squirrel
#11 of Shaman Squirrel Chronicles
"Byelka" means squirrel in Russian.
Byelka was a 25-year old female squirrel living on the forest planet of Silvania. She was taking a routine walk down a path in a forest near her house, charmed by the beauty of the vegetation around her. In the distance, she saw a strange creature. Cautiously she approached.
"Hello there," she said. "Are you lost?"
As the creature approached Byelka, she began to see what it was. She couldn't believe it. "Could that be..."
"A felitaur? Yes, a I'm a cheetahtaur to be exact," the creature said. He had the lower body of a feral cheetah, true to the forefeet and hind feet, but in place of a head was an entire upper torso of an anthro-cheetah. He had six limbs total.
"I thought taurs were legendary," said Byelka.
"You'd be surprised what genetic engineering can do," said the cheetahtaur.
"You're very striking," said Byelka. "My name's Byelka. I'm a shaman squirrel."
"I don't really have a name," said the cheetahtaur. "My masters called me TRV-384."
"They must have treated you like a robot to give you a name like that," said Byelka. "You were a slave?"
"Yes, indeed," said TRV-384. "Taurs like me are usually used as slaves. Then my masters decided they had no more use for me, so they dumped me here on Silvania."
"That's so sad!" said Byelka. "At least they won't be pushing your buttons anymore," she continued, trying to avoid telling a robot joke. The cheetahtaur was quite obviously biological and not artificial, so Byelka knew he deserved a better name. "Here, let me give you a new name. How about Trevor?"
"Sounds good," said the cheetahtaur, accepting his new name as Trevor. "Would you like to be my new mistress?"
"Excuse me?" asked Byelka. "I can't. Slavery is against what I stand for."
"I insist," said Trevor. "We taurs are extremely submissive. Would you like a ride on my back?"
Byelka thought for a moment. "Sure! Sounds fun!" she said. She was quite confused as to how a creature much larger and stronger than herself would want to submit to her. She had a feeling she should trust him. Byelka mounted Trevor's back and held on to his waist.
"Would you like to go anywhere in particular?" asked Trevor.
"Yes," said Byelka. "I want to visit my great-great grandmother Redra to see how she's doing."
Byelka directed Trevor where Redra lived. "Hang on tight, I'm very fast," said Trevor. "Cheetahtaur, you know."
"Wow, you sure don't lie about being fast!" said Byelka as she was riding on Trevor. Within what seemed like seconds, they arrived at Redra's cottage. Byelka dismounted Trevor.
"I'll just pace around out here while you visit your family," Trevor said.
"That's fine," said Byelka.
Byelka knocked at the door of Redra's cottage. Answering the door was a 49-year old male squirrel. "Oh, hello Byelka," said the squirrel.
"Hello, father," said Byelka. "I came to see great-great grandmother Redra."
"I figured it would be the right thing to do to come over to Redra's place and help her out," said Byelka's father, Endru. "Come right in."
"You must be taking really good care of her," said Byelka.
"It's just the Shaman way," said Endru.
Sitting in a chair was a very ancient looking female squirrel. Byelka didn't want to say anything rude, but she couldn't believe Redra was still alive at the age of 136. She was her father's father's mother's mother. The ancient squirrel adjusted her spectacles. "Could that... be Byelka?" the ancient shaman squirrel Redra asked with labored speech. "Time... sure flies. You've grown... so fast, young one. I... don't have much time left..., so I am happy you came... to visit."
"I've made a new friend," said Byelka. "Would you like to meet him?"
"Sure," said Endru.
"Gladly," said Redra.
Byelka went outside and called for Trevor. He bounded to the door like an obedient dog. "Want to come in?" she asked.
"Okay," said Trevor. He came inside, but due to his size, he had to duck under the doorway coming in.
"Great-grandmother, is that a taur?" asked Endru, knowing that in Redra's advanced years she had seen far more creatures than he had. "I thought they were only rumored to exist."
"It... really is... a taur, Endru," said Redra. "I've seen one... long, long ago... They are... very rare."
Endru turned to Trevor. "Where did you come from?"
"It's a long story," said Trevor. "Since you are Byelka's father, would you approve of her keeping me as a slave?" Byelka made an embarrassed expression.
"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Endru. "Slavery is against everything a good shaman squirrel stands for." Trevor made a face like a puppy who has just been denied adoption. Endru turned to his daughter. "Haven't you listened to what my father Oaktooth taught you?"
"Father," said Byelka. "I know slavery is wrong. Grandpa Oaktooth is a great shaman teacher. But Trevor told me that taurs are naturally submissive. I think he chose me. Can I keep him at my cottage as a pet? I will be very kind to him and never treat him like a slave. Don't you still have Petunia the skunk?"
"Byelka, you are a grown lady," said Endru. "You can keep any pet you want. But no slaves!" Endru's voice calmed down. "And yes, Petunia's doing just fine. In fact, she's asleep in the other room."
"I can be your pet," said Trevor to Byelka. "That's great news!"
"We'll go now," said Byelka. "Nice seeing you, father and great-great grandmother."
They both said their good-byes to Trevor and Byelka as they left Redra's cottage.
"Let's make just a brisk pace," said Byelka as she mounted Trevor's back. They passed another cottage. "That used to belong to a skunk named Gwen," Byelka said, pointing to the cottage. "She was a friend of Redra's who died a long time ago. The cottage is now a small library. Gwen loved history. But let's continue on to my house."
Byelka directed Trevor to her house, which was not too far from that of her grandpa Oaktooth. Trevor looked at a large creature behind the home of Oaktooth. "Is that a dragon?"
"Yes," said Byelka. "A Cygnan mammalian dragon to be more precise. Her name's Zara. She's been with my family ever since Redra was young. She has an 8-year old baby named Noraxia." Zara flew in front of Byelka and Trevor, her little one hobbling beside her. Trevor and Zara looked at each other with great curiosity, because neither ever saw the other's species before. "It's okay, Zara," said Byelka. "This is my new friend, Trevor."
"Her baby is still suckling her," Trevor noticed. "Didn't you say it was 8 years old?"
"Indeed," said Byelka. "Mammalian dragons are very long lived, so their infancy is pretty long too. Noraxia has another couple of years before she's weaned." They passed the dragons, waving good bye as they traveled a little further.
"Here it is," said Byelka, pointing to her cottage. She dismounted him. "Come on in and get comfortable. I have some homemade pizza with cheese made from Zara's milk."
"Pizza?" said Trevor.
"An ancient earth delicacy," said Byelka. "Your former masters must have been very cruel to never have introduced you to pizza. Try some."
Trevor picked up a slice and took a bite. "Absolutely delicious!" he said. When he was finished with the slice, he said, "I understand you're against slavery, but isn't Zara a slave in a way?"
"We shaman squirrels have developed a trust relationship with Zara, who is very willing to help us with transportation and giving us milk," said Byelka. "But she is by no means a slave. More like a helpful pet. Slaves are treated like property and are usually not considered to be friends or family members. Zara, on the other hand, is family and we love her."
"I see," said Trevor. "Indeed, I was treated like property, but I took it for granted due to my submissive nature. I look forward to a family life instead."
Later that day, Trevor had gotten comfortable at Byelka's house. He began to feel pressure in his loins. "Oh, no," he said. "It's happening."
"What is?" asked Byelka.
"It's embarrassing," said Trevor. "Every afternoon at about this time, I get a... you know..."
"Erection?" said Byelka, noticing what was going on between his hind legs. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's completely natural. Let me take a look at it."
Byelka examined the large feline member that Trevor was endowed with. "I hope this doesn't disturb you," said Trevor.
"Not at all," said Byelka. "You are a big boy." Byelka was becoming aroused by his lengthy endowment. "Here, follow me to the bedroom."
"Am I in trouble?" asked Trevor as he followed Byelka into the bedroom.
"I think I know why you get like this every day," said Byelka. "You never got any sex. I'd like to cure that." Byelka began to remove her clothing.
"Wow, you are truly beautiful," said Trevor, admiring her furry breasts.
"Why thank you," Byelka said. "Now get on the bed."
Byelka's bed was large enough to accommodate Trevor, as he lay down belly up, all 6 limbs in the air. Byelka rubbed Trevor's belly, and his erection grew longer and stiffer. Then Byelka rubbed her breasts while getting in the cowgirl position on top of Trevor's lower abdomen. Byelka figured that Trevor preferred this position, because it allowed her to be the active partner as opposed to the submissive one. She then eased his barbed feline penis into her tight pink love canal.
"Oh, yes!" Byelka said, as she was going up and down on Trevor's erect member.
"Ohhh... mmmff," Trevor moaned, as pre squirted into Byelka, lubricating her further.
"Good boy, oh, yes," said Byelka as she felt the uniquely erotic sensation of his barbed member in and out of her.
"Oh, mistress," said Trevor, "here it comes!" Then a load of cheetahtaur spooge pumped copious spurts into the squirrel's tight vagina. Byelka's fluids drenched the cheetahtaur's lower abdomen.
"Yes, that was so good," said Byelka, lying down next to her much larger, yet submissive partner.
"Indeed, it was, mistress," said Trevor.
"You don't need to call me mistress," said Byelka. "You are a great pet, but you're also my boyfriend now."
"I understand, Byelka," said Trevor. Then they both went to sleep together.