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Chekol was a 31-year old Shaman Squirrel who temporarily was living in a cave far from the homes of his clan. This cave was called Endru's Cave, because it was the hermitage of Chekol's ancestor Endru over eight centuries ago. It must have been at least nine years that Chekol had arrived at Endru's Cave. He lived off the land, far from any sapient being.

Chekol got out of his makeshift bed, made of moss and leaves. It was a peaceful morning, with birds and shmirds (alien bird-like creatures) complementing the symphony of morning sounds. There was a gentle breeze which accented the trees and dense vegetation.

The squirrel caught movement coming from the northwest. He put his paw on his brow to shield the sun's glare. There appeared to be three flying creatures in the distance getting closer. Chekol immediately recognized them as female Cygnagons, short for Cygnan Mammalian Dragons. There was a rider on two of them, and the third did not have a rider. As they got closer, he realized who these creatures were immediately.

"Do they really have to come to me while I'm at the hermitage?" He asked himself. The rider on the left was his 105-year old maternal grandfather Quevul, who, as a shapeshifter, was in his prairie dog form. The Cygnagon he was riding on was the 484-year old Sarima, his mate and Chekol's grandmother. The middle Cygnagon was Chekol's 69-year old mother Zinnia, who was able to take that form, as well as the squirrel form from which Chekol was birthed. She was ridden on by her husband Undin, a Shaman Skunk. The third Cygnagon was Varada, Sarima's 335-year old daughter. This interspecies procreation and shapeshifting ability was made possible by a green orb owned by the Shaman Squirrel clan, allowing the shapeshifting shaman to become the species of either parent.

The three large, majestic creatures landed, and the riders got off of the two they were riding. There were now only two Cygnagons, because Zinnia morphed into her squirrel form. Chekol had forgotten how odd it was to see his mother shrink from the giant Cygnagon form, lose the wings and become a squirrel like him. Seconds later, his grandfather Quevul shifted into his grizzled, elderly squirrel form.

"Mom, dad, grandpa, Sarima, Varada!" said Chekol. "Glad to see you again! But I thought the whole idea of being a hermit was to be alone for several years. I mean, not that I don't miss you or anything."

"It's been nine years," said Zinnia. "I'd say that's long enough."

"Nine years already?" said Chekol. "What brings you here?"

"We believe Varada is to be your mate," said Undin.

"But, she's my aunt!" he protested, believing that inbreeding was more taboo than mating with a creature 30 times one's size. "Mom, she's your sister!"

"Only my half-sister," said Zinnia.

"It may be good for you two to be alone," said Quevul. "I wasn't sure I could be Sarima's mate at first, but it happened. Now, I'm 105 years old and we're still together."

Zinnia hugged Chekol. "I wish you two well," she said. "And it's good to see you again. You may return to us whenever you please."

Quevul quickly hopped back on to Sarima with no difficulty despite his age. Zinnia morphed back into her Cygnagon form, and Undin hopped back on her. They flew off, leaving Varada behind to acquaint herself with Chekol.

"So.... Varada," said Chekol. "I've forgotten how majestic and beautiful you are."

'Why, thank you,' a voice said.

"Was that you, Varada?" asked Chekol.

'Yes, indeed it was,' the voice said, while Varada was looking down at him. 'We have a telepathic link because we are bonded mates.'

"So soon?" asked Chekol.

'The sooner the better,' telepathized Varada. 'I will be on my third heat cycle tomorrow.'

"Oh, my," said Chekol. "I thought it would be at least another 50 years before your next cycle. This is happening so fast. I'll have to think." Chekol morphed into his skunk form, as he often chooses his father's species whenever he contemplates pressing matters. He knew that when a female Cygnagon is in her third heat cycle, she must mate with a male rider she is bonded with. He also knew he wouldn't be the first Shaman Squirrel to mate with a Cygnagon, as his ancestors before him did as well. It began six centuries ago with Figbert, then Jukrit, then Fengle, Seradd, Elmog, his grandfather Quevul, and now him.

'Please, Chekol,' telepathized Varada. 'You and I must continue the Shaman Squirrel line.'

"I... I'll do it," said Chekol, hesitantly. "You are, after all, bonded to me." Whenever his mother Zinnia morphed into Cygnagon form, she bore a striking family resemblance to Varada. But Chekol needed to convince himself that mating with his aunt was okay. He had a cognitive dissonance in his mind, believing it was both incest and not incest at the same time. Incest because she was his mother's half-sister. Not incest because he and her are entirely different species, because of his and his mother's shape shifting abilities.

'We'll first need to spend a lot of time together today,' said Varada. 'Would you like a ride?'

"Sounds great," said Chekol. Varada crouched to a position to allow Chekol to mount. She already had a harness, and Chekol attached himself to it. Varada took off. Chekol looked down at the valley below, admiring the vastness of the forest. While in the air with Varada, Chekol gradually felt the attachment. The most intimate of bonds between rider and beast. It was a rush of unconditional love and bliss, complemented by the adrenaline rush associated with flying fast through the air. He no longer had to think about his destiny with Varada. He knew it had to be. While Varada was flying loops in the air, Chekol held on tightly, and concentrated until he morphed back into his squirrel form. They continued flying over more copses of trees, over rock formations, streams and ponds, and eventually back to Endru's cave. It had to be nearly evening when they landed.

'Are you hungry?' asked Varada.

"I can use a bite," said Chekol. "I've gathered some nuts and berries earlier, they should suffice."

'I have something else for you,' said Varada. She lay down, exposing several nipples. _ 'Please, suckle on the lowest nipples between my hind legs.'_

Chekol knew what these nipples were for. The lowest nipples on a female Cygnagon do not produce milk, but rather, an enzyme that helps her mate produce more sperm. He made a nervous giggle, but he approached the lower nipples, and began to caress them. "They're so warm," he said.

'Go ahead, they're all yours,' said Varada. She was lying on her left side, with her right leg in the air encouraging him to keep going.

"Okay," said Chekol. He then began to suckle, tasting the sweet nectar from his new mate. He got up, amazed by the interesting flavor. "More delicious than I thought it'd be."

Varada was moaning as Chekol continued to suckle. 'Keep going, yes!' said Varada. 'Suckle me dry!'

Chekol continued suckling until there was none left. "I'm finished," said Chekol. "That was one delicious meal. Filled me up good."

'I'm so glad you liked it,' said Varada. 'That proves our bond is true. Now, I'd like to taste you.'

"Wha... what do you mean?" asked Chekol.

'Fellatio, of course, my silly little squirrel,' said Varada.

Chekol slowly removed his tribal attire, and eventually his loincloth. His nakedness revealed a pair of large testicles, true to squirrels. Varada smiled as if impressed, but Chekol felt embarrassed that a well respected riding steed who was a member of the family for centuries was looking at him naked.

'Come to me, my love, don't be shy,' said Varada.

Chekol approached the face of his giant lover. She craned her neck down to his crotch. Then, her huge tongue came out, licking his stomach. "Oh, so warm," he said. Then, she started licking further down. Varada's warm tongue on Chekol's furry body felt very nice as she was licking his legs and inner thighs. What would otherwise have been annoying behavior was beginning to become enjoyable.

"Oh, yes, please," said Chekol just before Varada started licking his genitals. "Ahhhh, that's so good," said Chekol. "I'm yours forever," he said, while becoming erect in a matter of seconds. Then Varada opened her mouth and began sucking on Chekol's member. His eyes rolled as the pleasure swarmed through him. He couldn't believe that this old riding beast was doing this. His half-aunt. But yet, his bonded mate. The warm, slippery saliva on Varada's tongue and lips were enough to cause Chekol to spurt precum. Then, he grabbed the sides of her head with his paws, humping her face. "Oh, yes, good girl!" he exclaimed. Then, a moment into this, spurt after spurt of squirrel seed shot into the dragoness's mouth, and she swallowed. He held his member inside her mouth for a few minutes, until it went limp. Then he pulled out.

'That was delicious,' said Varada. _ 'We must sleep now. Tomorrow my fertile womb will be waiting for your seed to fertilize my eggs.'_

Chekol curled up in front of Varada's massive belly, and she put her wing over him like a blanket. The tender warmth of Chekol's much larger mate soothed him to sleep within minutes.

The next morning, Chekol woke up to a scent that was so beautiful he couldn't stop smiling. He looked up to see Varada's face looking down at him. _ 'I'm ready when you are,' _Varada telepathized.

Chekol was more than ready. He had a massive morning wood, and his testicles had doubled in size over night, a result of drinking Varada's sweet enzymatic nectar. He also noticed that her supply of nectar was renewed because she had a full set of lower nipples again.

Varada then lay down on her side, and raised her tail away from her rear area, exposing her swollen pink slit and anus. Chekol used to be grossed out when watching any of the Cygnagons make mounds of dung plop out of their anus. But he only needed to care about the organ just beneath that. Hesitantly, he approached the winking, inviting organ, which deliciously smelled of Varada's musky heat. She blinked her pretty eyes while encouraging Chekol to take advantage of her lady part.

Then Chekol ran his paw fingers down her slit. Varada groaned. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," Chekol said.

'Keep going, Chekol,' Varada said.

He then put a finger in, then two. He then found her clitoris, rubbed it, causing Varada to moan. He managed to insert his entire paw inside her slippery canal. He felt the pulsating, undulating warmth of her chamber, and desired to have his erect virgin member in there.

Chekol put his paws on Varada's hip, and eased his male squirrelhood into Varada, feeling the ridges and pulsating rhythms of the large beast's vagina. The lone Shaman Squirrel and the much larger, older mammalian dragon were in extreme ecstasy. "Ahhh, yes," exclaimed Chekol. "Oh, Varada! I'm so... ohhhh... sorry for leaving you for so long.. I need you... yes!"

'No need to apologize,' Varada was moaning while telepathizing.

"I'm... ohhhh.... about to.... unhhh," said Chekol, as stream after stream of his spooge gushed into his giant lover, and at the same time, Varada moaned orgasmically while splashing feminine juices all over Chekol's body while he was still inside her pumping sperm. His enlarged testicles had more sperm than he had ever had before.

Chekol, no longer a virgin, pulled out, and sat down panting. "That was so good."

'We will need to keep doing it,' said Varada. _ 'Please, have more of my nectar.'_

Chekol proceeded to suckle more of Varada's enzyme between her hind legs.

All day, they repeated this process. By evening, Chekol had lost count how many times he had sex with his gigantic mate. At the end of the day, the two of them crouched near the edge of a cliff, watching the sunset. Chekol and Varada were both looking forward to the next nine days, because that was how long Varada would continue to be in heat. It was a romantic scene of a seemingly mismatched couple; the silhouette of a large mammalian dragoness with her wings spread out, and a much smaller squirrel, his tail curled on the other side of him.