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Pinetail was a 12-year old male squirrel living on the planet Silvania. He was learning about shamanism and farm life from his 37-year old father Bremlur, who raised a variety of animals on his well-wooded farm.

One of the species they had on the farm were ganoccs, odd goat-like mammals from the planet Chaluzed, prized for their delicious milk. This creature had three horns on her head, a purple and gray striped body, and a long, bushy tail. She weighed roughly 200 pounds. "She's ready," said Bremlur to his son Pinetail, regarding the ganocc.

"Ready for what?" Pinetail asked.

"She's in heat, and ready to be bred," said Bremlur. "Get your rintar."

"Okay," said Pinetail. He went into the barn, and grabbed a small cage. Inside was a tiny creature resembling the ganocc, but was roughly the size of a hamster. Pinetail released the tiny rintar, and the ganocc noticed. She squatted down so he could reach her, and raised her tail. The little rintar immediately ran towards the ganocc's nether region, and started humping the ganocc's protruding vulva. Pinetail could see the tiny rintar's proportionally large penis enter the huge female ganocc's vagina, making many thrusts.

"Now that's the beauty of life," said Bremlur. "They're making more ganoccs and rintars."

"But that's so weird," said Pinetail. "Aren't they different species? She's hundreds of times his size!"

"That's natural for ganoccs and rintars," said Bremlur. "The male and female are so radically different in size, they are given different names as if they are separate species. I wanted to keep that a secret until now. Rintars are all male, and are often kept as pocket pets living in cages with an exercise wheel and water bottle, just like you got there. Ganoccs, their female counterparts, are livestock and live in pasture. See the other seven ganoccs? Well, your little rintar will be used as a stud for them as well."

"I guess I learn something new everyday," said Pinetail. It was then that Pinetail realized why ganoccs have vulvas that protrude the way they do: to allow the tiny rintar to grasp it and copulate.

"There is much in the natural world that you can learn from," said Bremlur. "I encourage you to take a walk, and enjoy the natural beauty this planet has to offer, perhaps learning more in the process."

"A walk sounds like a good idea, father," said Pinetail.

"Before you go," said Bremlur, "I must warn you about Sharna. She calls herself a shaman, but I believe she's a witch. Shamans practice their works for good, but witches practice for evil."

"Yes, father," said Pinetail. "I'll be sure to steer clear of Sharna."

Pinetail went off into the woods. He was the adventurous type, and laughed at danger. After walking a few miles, he stopped near the edge of a cliff. An unusual looking shmird (an alien bird) caught his attention. He sat there wondering what their mating habits were like. Then, he lost his balance. Slipping, he fell off the cliff, passing out cold when he landed.

Later, Pinetail woke up. A kindly equine face smiled at him. "You're lucky I found you," the equine said.

"Who are you?" asked Pinetail.

"I'm Sharna," she said. She was a 7-foot tall 38-year old anthro-horse, mostly brown with a white diamond shape on the bridge of her nose. "I rescued and healed you, and you are safe in my cottage."

"My father told me to avoid you," said Pinetail.

Sharna chuckled. "You must be the son of Bremlur. He thinks I'm a witch. But don't worry, I'm misunderstood."

"What do you do exactly?" asked Pinetail.

"I heal," she said. "I also have the ability to change other creatures from anthro to feral, and vice versa."

"Can you show me?"

"Sure," said Sharna. She approached an orb similar to the one his father had, except it was green instead of purple. She stared intently at the orb. "Orb, make me feral," she said. Within seconds, her hands evolved into hooves. She bent down to be on all fours, as she gradually grew and became a feral horse.

"That was amazing!" said Pinetail. "Can you try it on me?"

Sharna could still speak as a feral horse. "Orb, make Pinetail feral."

Pinetail looked down at his body as he began to shrink, especially his limbs, until he was unmistakably a feral squirrel, standing less than 10 inches tall and weighing about a pound.

"Orb, bring us both back to our anthro form," she said. Sharna shrunk back to her original anthro state, front hooves becoming hands again. Pinetail grew back to his anthro state.

"I would love to be a feral squirrel again another time," said Pinetail, "but my father is probably worried about me."

"Oh, my," said Sharna looking out the front window. "A mammalian dragon! What a beauty."

"I think that's my ride," said Pinetail. "My father must have sent Zara to find me. She's our dragon."

"Well, I hope to see you again," said Sharna, waving Pinetail good-bye.

Zara was a 209-year old mammalian dragon who has been in Pinetail's shaman squirrel family for generations. Despite her age, she was not very old for her species. Pinetail hopped on her, and she flew him back to Bremlur's farm.

Bremlur approached and said, "good girl. I'm glad you found him. Pinetail, you were gone longer than I thought you'd be. Where'd you go exactly?"

"Um, well," Pinetail began, trying to think of a story, knowing his father didn't want him to see Sharna.

"You didn't meet Sharna, did you?" asked Bremlur.

Unfortunately for Pinetail, honesty was part of his training as a shaman. "Yes, I met her," Pinetail said. "I fell off the cliff and she saved my life."

"I doubt it," said Bremlur.

Zara couldn't speak, but she made nodding motions to indicate she agreed with Pinetail.

"Zara would have saved you if you were about to fall off the cliff," Bremlur said. "Unless she didn't come in time."

"But..." Pinetail began.

"Zara," Bremlur said, addressing the dragon. "Did you see Sharna rescuing Pinetail?"

The dragon nodded affirmative.

"Okay, son, I suppose there is some truth in what you're saying."

"Maybe you can talk with her," said Pinetail. "She says she's not a witch, just misunderstood."

"I'll have to think about it," said Bremlur.

The next day, Pinetail woke up with some strong feelings for Sharna. He knew he had to go see her again. After breakfast, he went over to Zara. Luckily, Bremlur was still asleep so did not have the opportunity to ask Pinetail where he was going. "Hey old girl," he said to the dragon. "Can you take me over to Sharna's place?"

Zara squatted down to allow Pinetail to ride her, and she took off.

Sharna was outside doing some gardening in the front of her cottage when Zara landed, carrying Pinetail. When Pinetail dismounted, Sharna said, "I was just thinking about you."

"I wanted to see you again," said Pinetail. "I find what you do very interesting."

"I don't know if you'll understand, but, I woke up with feelings for you," said Sharna.

"That's funny," said Pinetail, "because I thought the same about you."

Sharna towered over Pintail, as he was less than 4 feet tall, typical of squirrels. She was about twice his height, due to being a horse. "You are a very cute young squirrel," said Sharna, looking down at him.

"Why, thank you," said Pinetail, blushing. "I find you very pretty. But, you are over twice my age as well as twice my height."

"That's okay," said Sharna. "One mysterious thing about shaman orbs is that they sometimes tend to play Cupid. I believe my orb chose you to be my mate, which explains why we both have feelings for one another. Either that, or our feelings are our own, and the orbs are simply allowing it to progress."

"Oh, I see," said Pinetail.

"If you need some time to think about us, that's perfectly understandable," said Sharna.

"I doubt my father would approve," said Pinetail.

"I'll talk to him," said Sharna.

Pinetail turned to Zara. "Hey, girl, can you let Sharna come home with us?"

Zara nodded affirmative. Pinetail and Sharna hopped on Zara, and she flew back to Bremlur's farm.

Bremlur watched as Pinetail and Sharna hopped off. "Well, I see you made a friend in her," said Bremlur.

"I came to talk with you," said Sharna. "I know you think I'm a witch, but..."

"It's okay," said Bremlur. "I don't think you're a witch anymore. I think I know what's going on." He turned to his son. "There is a lot you should know about older ladies before you go on with this."

"How did you know?" asked Pinetail.

"The orb," said Bremlur. "It was acting that same way whenever it plays Cupid. At first I thought it was for me, but it's harmonic signature was more in tuned to your bioenergy."

"I'm not sure I understand all that," said Pinetail.

"You'll learn soon," said Bremlur. "Now you two enjoy yourselves."

* *

Months of dating and adventures had been enjoyed by the seemingly mismatched couple, Pinetail and Sharna. Their love had grown stronger during this time period, and despite their age and size difference, it was working out great for both of them.

Pinetail and Sharna had returned to the cottage after an exciting flight with Zara. "Follow me inside," said Sharna, as both of them entered the cottage and then into the bedroom. "It's time for you to lose your virginity."

Sharna slowly got undressed, exposing large breasts to Pinetail. "Wow!" exclaimed Pinetail, wide-eyed.

"Have you never seen breasts before?" asked Sharna. "Don't be shy, please, touch them." She knelt down to his height so he can reach.

Pinetail reached for Sharna's breasts. "So soft!"

"Now, don't be afraid to take off your clothes," said Sharna.

Pinetail removed his clothing, exposing his erection.

"You're a big boy for one so small in stature," said Sharna, admiring Pinetail's young member. "Now why don't you put it in me? I really need you." Sharna lay on her back.

Pinetail hopped on the bed with her. At first he was a little nervous, but he got over it and approached her calmly. Hands on her waist, he thrust himself deep into her, while looking up to lick her breasts. Both squirrel and horse moaned in extreme pleasure as Pinetail's juvenile pre squirted into Sharna.

"Oh, yes..." moaned Sharna. "I... Have something really special for you."

"Orb," she motioned toward her shaman orb. "Make us... mmm... change form while making love."

Sharna's bed was large enough for what happened next. She turned into a feral horse, gradually getting larger and larger, but still in the same position on her back. Pinetail kept at it, an anthro-squirrel breeding a feral horse. He noticed that her breasts were replaced by an udder which was closer to him. Pinetail played with the udder as he continued to thrust in and out of Sharna as a feral horse. Her change had aroused Pinetail so much, that he gave way of his seed sooner than he expected. The mare's love canal was now teeming with Pinetail's sperm. Both of them panted, and rested next to each other, cuddling for a few minutes. The feel and smell of a large feral mare seemed just right to Pinetail.

Just when Pinetail thought Sharna got big enough, it seemed to him she was growing even larger. But actually, he was getting smaller.

"With your new body you should have some new vigor," said Sharna. "You can continue."

Pinetail was now a feral squirrel again, about 1/10 of 1% Sharna's weight. "But, I'm afraid I'll fall in!" said Pinetail as a feral squirrel.

"No problem, I can fix that," said Sharna. She somehow had the amazing ability to shape her vulva into a manageable size. It protruded into the same shape the ganocc's did for her tiny mate. Pinetail realized how familiar that was, but wished to continue. Perhaps when he saw the rintar mating with the ganocc, it was an omen. Perhaps this is what the shaman orbs hold as his destiny. He grabbed hold of the protruding vulva, and inserted his feral squirrel penis in, copulating vigorously. Both animals were engrossed with extreme pleasure, as proportionally large testicles pumped chunky feral squirrel semen into the feral horse.

Pinetail then rested at the foot of Sharna's bed. Sharna shrunk back into feral form. "Aww, poor tired cute little squirrel. Come on little guy," said Sharna, petting Pinetail's feral form. "Try this form now."

Pinetail got up, and scurried to Sharna's anthro vagina.

He still had the energy, as he was busily humping her vagina with strong intent. His chunky feral squirrel seed gushed again, but this time into Sharna as an anthro horse.

Sharna lay down with Pinetail as a feral squirrel fast asleep curled up on her cleavage.