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January 6th

• * * I shall begin this journal, by a brief explanation of its form and method of recording so that no one later on shall accuse this study of being the result of falsehood or a deluded memory. I have set aside this unique text and bound it with a speaking chain, thus whatever I might say or think to say shall be recorded in the text of this journal, and thus my observations might not be lost for lack of quill. I have imbued the chain with its own powers, and should, in theory, a creature other then myself wear the trinket, this book would record their thoughts. On a side note these enchantments, while quite effective at transcriptions, do leave much to be desired in the handwriting department, but that is not a thing for one of my considerable intellect to worry over.... Ahhh... I have gone off topic, I must remember to be more careful in the future. My name I Morgan Drythur, Archmage of the realm. And what here follows in my account of the study of particular extraplaner creature that a mutual acquaintance has delivered to me, they have no name that I can tell, so, I will name them after myself, their discoverer. I shall call them Morgani. My associate, of whom I have and numerous dealings before, told me some weeks ago that he had come across a most unusual creature to add to my mangerie. A creature no one had discovered before. Of course, in the interest of furmanity, I, Morgan Drythur, Archmage, would be only too happy to catalog the beasts' behavior and appearance. On, the behest of my acquaintance, I quit my city apartments and , taking on my young apprentice Krista, who shall have the honor of being my maid and attending to the various mundane chores of my living, to a isolated cottage in the countryside. Other then the two of us, and our subjects there shall be no living thing about. At first, there were some objections from the small minded, namely the girl's family -- baseborn raccoons who have amassed some minor fortune in one trade or another -- but I assured them, that I would teach her the base magics in order to shape out a lair for my new specimens. They are foolish creatures, as if I would have any interest in a girl of 12 with out any true glimmer of magical powers! Her parents' funding though... that has proven most valuable; thus I continue to train the unpromising girl. I fully expect that someday she will loose interest in the craft and leave to bare the children of some impoverished lord or earl. Then I might have to secure a new source of funding. Besides... she is too young, and her rodent body all to common for my particular wants... As if I, a fine specimen of wolfhood, though perhaps my age is getting to me, would... Ahhh, but this girl does nothing for my loins! Perhaps there might be ways to fix that... but why bother? The local brothels hold far more wenches that require far less effort on my part... Ahhh, I have wandered again... Onto the subject of this journal, the Morgani. Their crates were delivered today along with a note from my acquaintance warning me that while the creatures displayed no apparent high intelligence, they had managed to slip their cages several times, until they were bound. The note also mentioned they seemed to prefer their meat raw, if possibly, alive, for although they would eat carrion, they would not touch anything cooked. How bestial. I had hollowed out a small cave for them, lining it with softly glowing fungus and a fresh water pool large enough for bathing as well as drinking. Access to their lair, was only through one corridor, which I had made certain to line with enough wards that a demon itself could not escape. And of course, having heard of creatures immune to the flows of magic, I made sure to seal the passage with a thick, heavy stone door. My acquaintance assured me that these creatures were not magical, nor had they displayed any undue hostility in their capture, though should I let an unknown and uncontrolled species loose on the world... Ahhh, well we all know the fate of such reckless mages... Ahem... I first approached the crate my acquaintance had labeled male. He was always quite kind in providing me a breeding pair for my studies. As I opened the crate, I was assaulted by the particular smell of rancid raw meat, food for the creature that slid his strange blue paw from the box, but upon seeing me drew back into the crate's corner, hiding himself in the shadows. On a hunch, I retreated, bidding my apprentice to come forward and coax the beast out. Even for a strange beast, totally unused to our world, I doubt the small rodent, unexceptional save for her slightly bluish coat, could have offered any threat. It took some work, even for one as charmingly innocent as her, but at last the creature pulled itself forward. The beast crawled forth, slowly, uncertainly testing the floor as if it doubted the solidity. Had the beast been a predator, it would have perhaps leapt at the girl. I had spells ready to protect the girl, not so much out of fear for her but fear for my patrons' approval. But, as the creature seemed harmless, I merely constricted the air around its hands and feet, then the tail as it began to flail about enough to make examination difficult. Male Morgani: Age unknown, though assumed to be an adult. Length proximately three feet with an additional two foot tail. Appearance overall is something like a humanoid salamander. Its skin is a pale green-blue, much like the waters of tropical regions, and while it appears glistening and wet, to the touch it is neither, instead feeling much like normal human skin, if perhaps a bit cooler. Though this cold could just be an effect of the crating and transport. Its legs are powerful, though rather compact, its arms long. One would imagine if it walked upright it would do so in a knuckle dragging fashion like our gorillas. Its neck is strong and thick, almost indistinguishable from the base of its triangular skull. There is a bit of a bony crest at the back of the head from which sprout two thick rope like appendages each about two feet long. I have watched these tentacles twitch about seemingly moving at random. It would be my guess that they function like antennae on a moth, though as to what these antennae might sense I am at a loss, for the creature has both visible eyes and aural canals. The beast's eyes are large and totally black and lidded in a distressingly normal fashion. The head is wide, mouth not particularly, though it is lined with several rows of sharp teeth; it is clearly a meat eating creature. It mouth curiously reminds me of both a shark and a frog. While the male made no attempt to bite me, clearly it could do considerable damage if it did. I must be careful. It should be noted that while the skin of the creature makes it appear soft and rubbery, it is anything but. These creatures clearly have a powerful bone structure underlying their apparent frail skin. At a touch the skin's color seems to swirl, leading me to believe these creatures can perhaps camouflage themselves, though why they have not is perplexing. Muscle tone is high throughout. If domestication were possible, draft or perhaps even military applications would not be out of the quest-- What in the devil do you find so amusing Krista!? Ahhh.... Sometimes I wonder if a young girl really is the best choice of servan-- apprentice, rather. Ahem. I have noticed my young ward giggling all this time. Now I see why, the sight of sexual characteristics at her age must be quite the source of humor. The creature's shaft lies there between its legs, below a entrance at the base of the tail I can only assume is used for defecation. It is sheathed, reminding me much of a wild dog, though it is not bound to the creatures abdomen as a dog's would be. There is no external sign of testicles. In the sincere interest of science and nothing more, I tell my young ward to touch it. The girl complies in her innocence, poking it as if it were a dead snake. Even I was surprised by the power of the creature's reaction. Its pink meat burst forth from the sheath, producing a long tapered penis, conic in shape and perhaps a foot long all told. My ward pulled her hand away in shock as the male gurgled, thick spines rising from the shaft as its hips begin to hump at the floor with a vigor quite bestial. The display frightened the young girl, who fled the room, but I continued to watch the lurid display, as the male pumped at the floor. I must admit, as a male, there was some degree of jealously in watching that shaft, easily twice my own, copulate with my floor; though my pride as a male surged as the male ejaculated with a series of wild groans. He had lasted perhaps a minute. Its ejaculate is thick, clear and above all very pungent. Strangely enough the male seemed to continue to release its seed for a long time... longer even then it had attacked my floor. Finally it all but collapsed on the flow seeming drained, but still filling the cave with a low growl. Then I realized the male was not growling. Rather was the much larger and more fearsome creature that had just burst its way from the box containing... "her." The smell in the room was very strong; obviously the male's ejaculate had awoken, and either excited or enraged the female. The female turned to me, growling lowly, slinking about on all fours like a feral wolf, circling me slowly. I realized that placing myself between a enraged (or enamored, it made little difference) female and the only male of her species on this planet was beyond foolish. I hurriedly cast an invisibility spell around myself, and stepped slowly back to the wall. She was larger than the male, probably seven or eight feet tall if she had stood on her hind legs. She had four tentacles, two from the back of her skull and another pair from between her shoulder blades, that woven themselves wildly though the air, clearly as agitated as the rest of her. Behind her trailed a long tail, much larger and more powerful then the male's, it easily was the length of her body, thick, muscular, tapering gradually, until ending in a bulbous tip. She bent her head down slow, sniffing at the males spilled ejaculate, her mouth flicking open and not one but two long tongues, flicking out to lap at the substance. There was something almost sad in the gesture. She gave the male a harsh prod with her muzzle, his low groan seeming to content the female that he still lived. Then she wheeled about, moving on all fours toward me, walking calmly to me as if she saw me as no threat at all. I was quite invisible, but still she neared, her dark black eyes were full of reproach. The beast sat on its haunches, in font of me, snarling. She could see me somehow... through the magic! Sure she would pounce at any moment, I lashed out at her, binding her to the back of the cave wall, spread eagled, her mouth held open by the very air. I must admit, when helpless the fierce creature was compelling. I had expected a body like the males, rectangular, shapeless, I was wrong. She had a body the finest courtesan would have killed for. She had breasts -- surprising in the first place on what would appear to be a reptilian or amphibian species -- they were firm, round and large, easily the size of melons. The creature's waist was narrow, tapered in such a way I could see the taught muscles lining what I guessed to be her ribcage, though from here I could see no evidence of bones under the firm blue flesh. With a quick glance at the inert male, I approached her. I examined the twin tongues, they were long, perhaps reaching eight inches from the end of her muzzle. One was placed directly over the other. Strangely enough, the female, though having quite obvious breasts, did not appear to have nipples, or a vagina for that matter. It was most unusual. I inspected her breasts carefully with my hand, they were soft and supple, perhaps more so then a normal girl's. When squeezed they held the imprint of my fingers for a second. I found the way they bounced back to their original shape when released pleasing to watch. The female did not. Her growls grew quite fierce as I examined the rest of her body. Her skin was hard, her muscles harder, her teeth sharp. It is clear in my mind that this "female" is the more combative of the species. Yet, I can still find no sexual organs on her. I opened her anus with my fingers, the "female" was most unpleased at this. Yet even there I found nothing to indicate a sexual functioning. It perplexes me. The male's genitals were obvious, overly so... Yet nothing on the female. I must speak with my acquaintance, to learn these creatures social structure. Perhaps he has mistakenly given me a genderless warrior breed. I was careful to make sure my wards were in place and I was far behind them, before I released the two beasts. My scyers tell me that the first thing the female did was drag the male back to a corner of their cage. They are fascinating creatures, I must endeavor to learn more... * * *

January 7

• * * Last night I had a dream. I am not normally one to put stock in such things, but just in case I shall record it here. I walked along a long road, on each side crops grew as high as a forest, and I knew it was my land. Then the forest vanished, and the fields were full of furs, naked and all male. Or at least that they appeared, for while they had the bodies of men, they were as lacking in sexual characteristics as the female in the cavern beneath my bed. These men cut down the crops with massive scythes as young boys (nude and also lacking phalluses) darted about, dodging the blades and picking up the fallen vegetables, carrying them to the bonfire. They burned it all, every last plant, stalk, fruit and all, until the sky was full of the thick dark smoke and the smell of their wastefulness. I grabbed a man, shaking him roughly, commanding him to stop, or at least explain himself. But he hung there limp in my arms, his eyes as vacant as his crotch, and as soon as I released him, he returned to his work and I moved on down the road. At the end of the road sat a massive feast hall, of a kind long gone from our world. I entered. I sat on the throne, the entire length of the feast hall before me, the table stretched on for miles, endless, at every seat a naked girl, thousands, one of every species imaginable, their naked breasts of every size, shape and color flopping about as they ate, sang and danced like mythical nymphs. They kissed and groped. They poured rich red wine over each other, other girls drinking it from their flesh as it ran in rivulets over hard nipples, tracing its way down the valleys created by the heaving breasts and down to their loins where another girl was waiting open mouthed to catch the flow. It was a feast hall filled with nubile young virgins, and their bouncing breasts, hard nipples and eager vaginas! They touched each other. They suckled each other's breasts. They knelt down, young tongues lapping over young moist vaginas. A massive orgy of eager, lustful virgins, hundred, perhaps thousands of them! I watched them with a bemused smile, suddenly realizing I too was naked... and I most distinctly had a phallus. I grinned, knowing suddenly what type of dream I was having, Dinner was served in the feast hall, not the burnt vegetables from outside but the warm, scented buffet of nubile pussy. Girls climbed onto the table, opening their legs towards me, each brandished a dripping eager sex even as more girls climbed onto tabletop fighting to be the first to dine. Soon the table was nothing but a writing mass of feminine sex. And then suddenly one emerged from the tangle of arms and legs and fur, a young wolfess, snow white, with eager pink nipples crowning a pair of breasts so large they threaten to topple her over at every step. She walked towards me and my now throbbing erection and they all watched me as she did. The wanton slut mounted me, letting my shaft sink into her heated virgin depths, even as she began to bounce herself furiously, her massive breasts bombarding my face. I took her powerfully, throwing her to the ground as I mounted her, thrusting myself deep into her depths. She begged me to fill her, crying out for my seed like a practiced whore even as I took her virgin sex. ...But... my knot would not form... Her voice became desperate, pleading. She begged to bear my cubs between her moans. But I could find no release in her. I tossed her away in disgust. Before she head had time to run off sobbing into the darkness a fox and bent herself over the table before me, lifting her tail, bidding me enter... I groped! I suckled! I took two, three, four virgins at a time, feeling the young lurid young bodies press into my older flesh! I smothered myself in vaginas and breasts! And still, not once could I empty myself! And there, a midst a endless hall of nude naked, sobbing women - a hall that reeked of sex and blood and my failure - came my young ward, naked, young loins clad in only the downiest fur, her chest no more then the smallest rise of her young nipples. And she knelt between my legs, laying her dark mask before my throbbing erection. She spoke slowly, saying "please master, let me bare your children." She rose, preparing to climb into my lap, to pierce her young cunt, a flower that had not yet had its first bloom! Her tiny body was not yet even grown into feminine curves... And then I came... I came buckets on my young ward, coating her face and immature breasts in my seed. And she cried. They all cried. "Master is too cruel," they screamed. "Master wastes his seed! Now there will be no babies!" I looked down at my ward, chest burning in shame, and suddenly she was replaced with the "female" Morgani, sitting on her haunches, black eyes full of anger. I for my part awoke in a bed soaked by both my sweat and other secretions. Note to self... make sure this passage is removed before publication....