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Week 1, Day 1:

The expedition is on it's way! At first I wasn't too sure it would happen, but finally after several secret donations from the higher society people who are wanting to open up to new lands and one day hopefully establish peaceful relations with those living in the wilds, both the wide variety of furres and those humans that grew up along side of them, we are on our way!

I guess I should introduce myself for scientific reasons. My name is Lucrecia LaRouso, head of Relations for the Southern Reach Expedition! My job is to ensure that all interactions with any of the tribes we come across are peaceful and being one of the few that already knows a hodgepodge mixing of the various languages that are spoken out in the Southern Reaches, it comes to me to make sure that first contact is successful.

The other two heads are Victor Nessle and Bill Charger. Victor is in charge of supplies and disposition. His job is to make sure we all don't starve, to overlook all inventory needs as well as requisition what we need from the various way stations bordering the Reaches. Bill is in charge of Human Relations. In essence he makes sure that the people on the expedition are able to do what they need to do, as well as any little thing that gets overlooked.

We have a collection of almost 49 additional souls for this expedition, each of them specialists in their fields or equipment. Most of them I can't remember by name, as my job was made clear to make sure that the expedition was to go successfully. So forgive me if I can't tell all of them to you by heart. That's Bill's job.

I guess the most important part is to describe what the expedition is heading into. The Southern Reach. For almost 300 years we know little about rumors, myth's and superstition following a war that happened roughly 350 years ago. Before that war, smatterings of history told us that humanity shared this planet with another humanoid like race. Furres. Equines, Felines, Canines, Lapines, the list goes on. What little we do know is that half of the Furre races were stronger than us. Had better senses and reflexes. Where humanity achieved mastery of technology and innovation, furres were masters of the body. The perfect labor and warrior class.

History though tells us that Furres started the War. That they were afraid of our technology. Who knows? Everything is so filled with dogma and superstition that hopefully our only chance of fully understanding is to go out there and speak to them. Hopefully their records are not as tainted as ours.

The Reach geologically expands almost a third of the continent. Almost a total of two thousand miles from North to South. From what we know it is a mixture of a vast jungle rain forest that forms a boundary on the north side, to a mix of plains and savanna towards the center. Cliffs surround most of the edges on the sea, and what little sea towns are around there are labeled as no trespassing territory, go there only if the sea is guaranteed to bring death. Hopefully we can start to change that with this expedition.

Well, I better get my head in the game and end this here. Long day tomorrow. We start to head into the rain forest tomorrow. Game face!

Week 1, Day 2:

Well, that was exciting! We have crossed almost a total of twenty miles into the jungle. At first the military posting was confused, and wanted to stop us from going in, but eventually with a quick call to the right people to back up the damn paperwork that had the signature of the General himself, we were able to head right in. Unfortunately, the main vehicles we had could only do so much before they started overheating. One of Victor's men, a brilliant mechanic from what I have been told figured out a retrofit and is equipping it right now.

The few scouts we have have told us that the next couple of legs of the trip are going to be rough though. Few furres stray this close to human lands and we have been told that the nearest settlement is almost a hundred and fifty miles inward. Some of them are sure that they might know we are on our way, we already are "Making enough of a bloody racket" but we are optimistic.

With that said though, those legs of the trip might have me so tired that I might not be able to write much until we are past it. So I guess I should say why I am one of the leads.

Two generations ago my grandmother, a eleven year old child showed up on the human side of the jungle. The military's garrison was quickly dispatched to the sight of a half clothed pre-teen youth frolicking in the jungle. They figured it was a kid who was put up to a bet by their friends in one of the towns close to the jungle. They were wrong. Very wrong.

My grandmother was born in furre lands. She knew a little of the human language, but knew a ton of the furre language. At first they thought she was feral, she put up a fight. Twenty soldiers showing up rocking weapons in vehicles? She nearly went nuts and attacked a couple of them. But then when child services were brought in, they realized she was speaking three different coherent languages that had small bits of Common mixed into it. That is when the government got really interested in her. History told us that there was a mix of large human settlements that lived with Furres, they were sympathetic to their plight during the war. They were labeled traitors and terrorists.

The history books go on to say how those humans eventually died, probably due to the Furres turning against them. But I say that is dogma bullshit.

Anywho, after they established where she had really come from, several specialists worked with her over the next few years. "Tamed her out" so to speak. Medical doctors found that her senses were highly attuned. Greater sense of smell. Better hearing. Her eyes were sensitive to more spectrum of light. Didn't take them long to learn that she was a hybrid. Human in appearance but with furre genes in her genetic makeup. Boy that caused an uproar. Religion went nuts.

Much of her growing up was mixed up in several books, but she eventually went into the shadows, having found a man she was interested in and started a family. Had a couple of kids. One of them was my mother. Like her mother before her, she had strong furre genetics. Same attributes. And she could learn and speak the furre languages. There are three primary languages.

Then comes me. I don't favor the furre side as much as my mother or grandmother, I only have greater physical strength, my senses are more on the human side, but I can hear some interesting frequencies from time to time. But just like my mother, with those more dominant furre genetics, I understand and can speak the language. Something that eludes most humans. There are classes, and there are a handful of humans that can speak the language. But it is like a clinical understanding. Passable. We have a couple people on the expedition that have learned it for eight years. All of them hate me. Where they can speak it, I breathe it.

Well I have wasted enough time. I am told the vehicles will be ready for these conditions tomorrow. Hopefully we are at the one settlement we know of in four days. Here's hoping we all don't die.

Week 2, Day 8:

HOLY SHIT! That took way too long! We had five members of the expedition eat the wrong kind of flora and came down with all sorts of shit. Our expedition doctor got them all sorted out but we were down for three days! Three more people ended up finding another kind of food that made them intensely horny. Like, almost foaming at the mouth, trying to rape people horny. We could of been at the settlement and had hopefully established relations by now! Victor had to label all food that did not come out of rations as off limits. Thank god we got that sorted.

But finally, after all of that bullshit, we are now at the first major clearing in the rain forest, the settlement is within sight, but the expedition is hanging back. I ordered it. The last thing we need is to roll on up right to them and trigger another war. Victor and Bill are not quite sure. Victor is doubting we will get anywhere with this. Cynic. We got all the way out here and now turn around because eight people clearly ignored initial protocol? No sir. Bill sided with me though. That is why there are three heads.

We can see activity. Looks like a heavy collection of furres and a few hybrids humans like me. They aren't openly attacking which I take as a blessing. Tomorrow I go out with a large tent and set up in the clearing between the edge of the forest perimeter and the settlement and wait. We will know more then. Whether this was a waste or not. Got a early start tomorrow so I am going to cut off here.

Week 2, Day 9:

Where do I begin? How can I explain what just happened to me? Well... I guess there is only one way... Here we go.

I set up tent. I place a white flag, a friendly showing of peaceful intentions. I am two hundred yards away from the nearest help from my expedition and a hundred yards away from the settlement. I sit down inside of the tent on a comfortable blanket and wait. I remember what my grandmother told me about furre hierarchy. It is largely matriarchal. Large amount of males to females. But males are the ones that are always the first to greet in meetings like this one.

I didn't have to wait long. The next I know, two males are walking in. One is a six foot canine. God he was lean and well muscled. Nude as well. The second? An equine. six and three quarter feet give an inch in either direction. Nude too. I start speaking, they both look at me puzzled at first, then a moment of comprehension sinks in. I tell them who I am, who my mother and grandmother is. That I am here to help and build relations.

The next I know? I am on my back, arms pinned above my head by the equine, while the canine starts stripping me. Revealing my strong legs and arms. My thirty four C breasts. My lean physique and most of all, the thick placement of ginger hair beneath my arms and between my legs. They are both aroused. I can smell it acutely. I struggle briefly, till the canine nips at the inside of my thigh possessively. That made me freeze. I am able to slightly see the thick trunk like length beside my head from the equine, but I can definitely see the aroused length of the canine. It is tapered with all sorts of angles. God if I wasn't so frightened I could say that they smelled good.

It didn't take but a few seconds till the canines tongue was buried in my sex. Like full on buried. He is trying to get me to cum and doing a damn good job at it. His hands are holding onto my hips, his fingers gripping me to keep me from bucking away from him. I can just imagine the open microphone that lead back to the expedition listening to my pants, moans, groans and squeals as I came.

It was like they were worshiping me in a possessive way, the way that they brought me to pleasure so exquisitely. They had a knowledge and reverence for the female body. They never left a lasting mark. It didn't take but a few moments after my heart slowed from nearly pounding out of my chest that the canine was mounting me. God, that tapered tip speared into me like a hot knife through butter. I nearly came as he hilted into me with the strong and slow penetration. I could feel the bulb of his knot at the base already beginning to swell.

He wasted no time. He started thrusting into me like he knew all of my sweetspots. I was beyond the point of calling for help, much less actually doing it. If I did, the six ex-soldiers would of come in guns hot. That would of definitely started a war. It didn't take long though with the canine, he pounded me like a drum for almost a solid three minutes straight. By then you could hear the slick and lewd sounds of his knot slipping back and forth across my vulva. I had already came again. Then he got stuck inside and really picked up the pace, jiggling me so hard it hurt.

I nearly passed out, his cum was hot within me. I was sure his tapered tip had partially lodged itself in my cervix, it sure felt that way. His cum was something else though. It was almost drug like. I drifted in a haze as my flushed body rested. He stayed inside of me maybe a total of five to ten minutes. I can't tell you exactly how much, I wasn't paying attention to my watch or anything. Next I know he is tugging almost painfully at my hips before his knot dislodged with a sucking noise, a trickle of his remaining seed pouring out of me as I started to recover.

It wasn't for long though. The next thing I know is that the equine is licking at my sore pussy. As much as I would of wanted to roll over and sleep for the next few hours, he was getting me ready, soothing my sore pussy. Good thing too. He didn't bring me to orgasm or anything with his cunnilingus, but him getting me ready got me ready for his monster cock. He had to be almost eleven inches long. He was as wide as a thick flagpole. Blunt headed cock.

He was pushing into me so slowly, I definitely squeaked almost all of the time during that penetration. He had to of sunk almost seven to eight inches, rocking that much into me over the next five to six minutes. I ached so wonderfully and it terrified the shit out of me that he had fit. I lost track of how much I was cumming. It never relented. Next I know, there is a pressure inside me as he is grunting and crying out, cumming into me just like the canine was. It was thick and very warm. The last part was super sticky. Like a plug. I didn't leak much at all when he pulled out.

I definitely passed out after that. All I remember while I passed out was both of them bathing my body with their tongues. I was maybe out half of the day. When I awoke they were both still there, but they didn't take me like they did at the start.

They actually started speaking. Their settlement was one of ten in the jungle. Humanity only apparently were aware of three to their understanding. But their settlement was the one that sent my grandmother. Apparently there is a conflict in the inner region. One they don't fully understand but they are hoping humanity might. That is why they sent her. Hoping that humanity would be curious and send an expedition. But they need to know we truly are genuine. They were immensely pleased that I was who I was. I wasn't even an expected outcome.

They explained that what they did to me is what would be common among the furre tribes who send emissaries. A female leader is sent, opens negotiations, and normally has a mix of two to seven males pleasure her and attempt to impregnate her over the next couple of weeks. I was told that this would go a long way towards establishing relations. Why they didn't just ask, I might of understood. But I have to admit, it was highly erotic. God... But man am I sore.

I have had a few human lovers in the past, people who were interested in me more for my family origins and hoping to plan their thesis or book around it. Once I figured out each of their intentions I dumped and ghosted them. Fuck em. I am not something to be studied.

After initial discussions were established, they said that they would return tomorrow, with two more males this time to continue tradition while they stayed afterward to negotiation of exchange of information and possibly supplies. I sure know Victor would love some more supplies, hopefully stuff we can actually eat without getting super sick or horny.

I am going to stop here for now. Most of the day is starting to blur I am so tired and sore. I left the tent at the clearing. Victor and Bill nearly had a collective aneurysm when I told them what happened and why. They were thankfully the only ones on comms to hear me getting more or less pleasurably raped. Victor was just about to take control but Bill thankfully overruled him again. While he wasn't pleased over the interaction, he agreed with me that it was progress. Thankfully I am in the know now and explained that I am willing to do what is needed to be done, even if that means if, god this thought scares me, I come back to human lands with a very swollen stomach.

I am heading to bed. God my dreams are going to be weird...