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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Ah yes
 lad, it is a far away land. One where magic is common and wonders are many. Founded
 by a great wizard oh so many years ago. The tales tell of him leaving the lands
 of his birth because of a great heartbreak. He could no longer stand to be around
 other people and so he transported himself far away and caused a great tower to
 form, filled with such wonders as a wizard would need. After some years passed 
he became lonely and wished for company. He had so far had only those animals that
 he had brought as pets and up to then they had been enough. But no longer, he wished
 to talk with someone and to listen to answers and other ideas. He pondered long
 and realized he still did not wish people about himself but perhaps the answer 
lie within his powers. The tales say he first took his cat and worked magic on it
. Made it larger, taught it to walk upon two legs, gave it a voice, and changed 
its aspect so that it was almost human in appearance. Very pleasing so it is said
 and I believe it for her descendants are most comely. He did the same to other 
beasts and thus founded new races to populate his lands. There are now beings that
 make the mind stagger, centaurs, mermaids, cat girls,  fair maidens who used to
 be falcons, lizard folk, and others bred from many beasts. And all are pleasing
 to the eye and all are female. For you see this wizard made them for his own pleasure
 and he was a lusty man. They reproduce by coupling with normal men and each gives
 birth to twins always and all offspring are female and almost twin to their dams
. The father may pass on hair and eye colors and other minor traits but nothing 
of his humanness. How do I know this to be fact, you ask? Why , I was father to 
many cubs, kittens, foals, nestlings, and others. Let me tell you of my life there
.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I was
 a sailor and had heard the tales of strange ships manned by half human half beast
 beings. Ships that always fled when spotted. Ships that were also said to rescue
 those in distress but at the cost of never being seen again. As a young man I scoffed
 at these tales just as I scoffed at all the other sea stories bandied about during
 the off watches. Then came the storm. Our ship was a sound one and was manned and
 captained by as good a crew as you would ever find but we were helpless in the 
face of such fury. Blown far from the normal lanes we found ourselves sailing in
 the very waters said to be home to the strange ships. We were severely damaged 
and feared we would never see home waters again. But we managed to make some repairs
 and just as we were about to set a course for home another storm hit us. This one
 was too much to survive and as our good vessel was blown apart by the waves we 
launched our boats and prayed for the best. We quickly became scattered and lost
 sight of the other boats. My boat was capsized and I was the only man aboard to
 live to see morning. I drifted with the wrecked boat for a day and a night and 
was preparing myself for death when the ship rose over the horizon. So happy at 
being rescued I failed to notice the crew until I was safely aboard. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Such 
a sight, I was at first shocked and believed it to be a dream. Then I realized the
 tales were true. I was aboard a ship manned [ if that is the proper word] by beings
 from a drunkard\u8217\'92s dreams. The skipper was a tall female that somehow combined
 the best aspects of a dog and a woman. Wearing only a hat and boots and a covering
 of fine soft fur that did nothing to hide her sex or its attributes she was both
 strange and lovely at the same time. The rest of the crew was a mix of types. Some
 had been cats, others seemed lizard like, while one or two reminded me of fishes
. All shared the same good looks and lack of dress. They seemed to speak a tongue
 similar to ours but it was only much work that we were able to understand one another
. I was allowed to rest and recover from my trials and in a couple of days was working
 along side of the strangest crew I had ever seen. Females or no they were a good
 crew with a fine ship. I believe the cat girls were the finest topmen  I ever saw
, and not bad to gaze upon either. I found that my impression of some of them resembling
 fish was accurate. The mermaids could exist out of the sea for a few hours then
 had to return to refresh themselves in the water. Most of the time they would just
 jump overboard and swim alongside for a time and then would climb back aboard. 
They were welcome members of any crew I found out later. The ability to work underwater
 for as long as a job required was a boon to any ship and it was a lucky one that
 had more than one such member in its crew. By the time we docked I had become a
 full member of the crew included in all work and off watch activities. Which included
 some very interesting things not usually found in most ships. Sailors have the 
reputation of being randy and ready and it is one deserved. There is just no opportunity
 on most ships to indulge in sex play with the fair sex so of course we are ready
 when we get to port and have the chance. I found myself cast as the only member
 of the opposite sex on a ship full of sexy females. Needless to say the off watch
 hours were enjoyable once I got used to the feel of fur next to my skin. I was 
passed around like a bottle and somehow I was always ready and able to meet the 
expectations of each new lover. I found each different breed had her own pleasures
 to sample and soon learned the wants of each. As  I said a most interesting voyage
.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Docking
 at the end of a voyage is always a busy time, too much to do and not enough time
 to do it. The ship has to be secured and then moved time after time so the derricks
 can reach each hold. All the cargo has to be moved in the hold so it can be lifted
 through the hatch. Ballast has to be shifted as the center of gravity changes. 
A lot of hard work just when you would think the voyage was over. Sunup to dark 
and beyond even with the guys on shore helping. Of course the guys on shore here
 were the oddest collection of female creatures I\u8217\'92d ever dreamed of. There
 were centaurs heaving on the lift lines of the derricks for gods sakes. Would you
 ever thing of a horse as sexy? I sure as hell never did before. These girls were
. Human torsos rising out of the body of a horse sounds weird and I guess it is 
but somehow the total effect was to make even the horse part quiet enticing. Some
 time later I serviced more than a few of these lovely beings and as usual the first
 few took some getting used to but after that I found them to be wonderful lovers
. You would think that a pussy big enough to slip out a foal would be kind of loose
 and sloppy. You would be wrong. There were muscles in there that could do things
 to you that I just can\u8217\'92t describe except to say it was wonderful. \par
}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     Anyway
 as I was saying, by the time we got the ship unloaded and moved over to the graving
 dock where she could be cleaned and scraped and returned to new condition the skipper
 had met with the crew and I was told that I had been voted a one third share. Now
 if you have no idea of what I\u8217\'92m talking about it works like this. Pirates
 and fisherman commonly own the ship they sail on and after the expenses are paid
 and repairs, restocking, and reserve funds replaced the profits are divided up 
as shares. The captain gets two, mates one and a half, purser one and a half or 
maybe two, cabin boy maybe a quarter. They total up all the shares and pay each 
whatever it works out to. Merchant ships are usually owned by landlubbers and the
 crew work for wages. Only the best ships can survive for long on shares but those
 that do make a lot of money. There was a lot of joshing and joking as I was paid
 off. Comments like earning my pay by sleeping on the job and I wouldn\u8217\'92
t need the money anyway. Most of it was the good natured stuff that is common with
 any good group of workers and it is always a positive sign. Some of it puzzled 
me though. What sailor didn\u8217\'92t need his pay? And I was surprised not to 
be signed on as a permanent member. After all they just got done praising me to 
the skies so why let a proven man slip away?\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I found
 out shortly. One of the cats [I will refer to each breed by the way I thought of
 them] showed up at out end of voyage party and informed me that my presence was
 requested and required in the morning and I was to go with her now so that I would
 have time to make ready. This was somehow not a surprise to the other members of
 the crew but I was unable to discern why in the few minutes I was allowed to say
 goodbye. They were a fine crew and I enjoyed the voyage even without all the extra
 activities. I was lucky enough to run into some of them over the years and considered
 them friends and it was with a heavy heart that I grieved for them when the word
 came that they had sailed away through a crack in the ocean. Such is the life of
 a seaman.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     The interview
 that morning was with the ruling council. A group of older ladies that seemed to
 be made up of all the breeds of the land. An offer was made to me. As their future
 depended upon those human males that they could find it had become the practice
 to treat them as prize studs and to reward them well for their labors. My job would
 be to make love to as many as I was able. I would be given a fine place to live
 and I would be able to choose where and what it was. Fully staffed and all wants
 filled I could work as much or as little as I wanted. There would be travel of 
course because it was not possible for all of my mates to come to me[ a lot easier
 for me to go to several of them than the other way round]. I felt the deal was 
fair as the unsaid part was I was never to be allowed to return home anyway. I think
 the reports from my old crewmates must have helped for I found out later I got 
a better deal than most. For there were more than a few men sharing the responsibilities
 of siring the next generation of beast women. I really should not call them that
 because they were not beasts. A nicer bunch could never be found, friendly, hardworking
, honest, and loyal. And passionate beyond belief. But then most only ever got one
 or two chances to lay with a man so they tried to make the most of the time they
 did get. But even with each other the were free and relaxed about sex and I often
 watched as one or two or more took intense pleasure in pleasing each other. They
 always seemed more interested in their partners pleasure than in their own and 
you well know that is the way to the best sex you will ever find. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    Now that
 I think of it I never did find out what they called themselves. There was no name
 for each breed and when they did refer to the whole group it was just the people
. I was taken around the land and soon picked out a lovely spot to live. A villa
 on a point of land overlooking the harbor. A sailor could watch the sea and the
 ships and it was close enough to have one of the horse ladies run me down for a
 drink if I wished the company of sailors, even those covered with fur. Although
 there was some kind of system for choosing my partners that I never did quite understand
 I was free to pick my own within reason and it became my practice to do so on a
 regular basis. There was some kind of spells involved with breeding as well as 
keeping me at peak performance. They would not conceive unless the blessings of  
the  priestesses were given but they were always ready and willing to receive my
 blessings and I was always ready to give them. As I said there was spells involved
. I claim only the normal powers of a man but with them I could function all night
 and each time was as good as the first. I would last as long as was required to
 please my partner and our climaxes always were in time with each other. I never
 got bored or tired but found each new girl to be a exciting as the first one I 
ever had. Hell I never even got tired or sleepy until after the last one of the 
night and even if it was late by morning I felt fully rested and refreshed. It was
 quite a life. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I guess
 you would like to know what each different kind of girl was like, looks and all
 so I will try. Understand that much of what I say refers to things that cannot 
be described  with words that well and much of it you will lack the background to
 fully understand. Still I will try as best I can. I have already mentioned the 
horses so I will start there. You made love to each end in turn. Usually outdoors
 but there were some who liked it inside. They would lie down at first and while
 I would stand. The foreplay was much the same as you would have with a woman except
 there was nothing below the waist except the chest of a horse. They were very fond
 of caresses and kisses just above the hairline and it was often the last thing 
done before moving to the rear. Once back there most would stand and I would use
 a box to stand on to enter them. Once inside all I really had to do was hang on
 but they liked to hear me tell them just how wonderful it felt and most would use
 their tails to tickle me while I often pulled on the tail in response. It was a
 lot more fun than you might expect. In general I found the horse ladies  to be 
a lot of fun anyway. They liked sex a lot but they just refused to take it or themselves
 seriously. In some ways I think I liked them best. They were a crazy bunch and 
riding one was always an adventure. They just seemed to do everything with gusto
 and glee. Good girls and fine friends.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     The cats
 were, well, cats. Aloof until sex was involved then wild. You had to be careful
 of their nails[ claws] they would forget themselves and you could end up with some
 real deep scratches. Their fur was soft and fine and it was a form of sex all in
 itself just to rub against it. Most of them liked to do it face to face or doggy
 style but others didn\u8217\'92t care as long as you got in deep and tight. All
 loved to be serviced by mouth and could come in seconds with proper attention. 
Takes a while to bet used to furry tits though. Most all the people had them and
 some really wanted you to pay attention to them there. Still a fur covered tit 
is a tit and the nipples were bare and very nice. You would not believe what they
 could do with the tails but trust me it was nice. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    Now I 
like dogs but I never really warmed up to most of the dog women. Few were interested
 in sex unless it was for breeding and then it was almost businesslike. Nice enough
  folks to work or drink with and some of the smartest people but just too serious
 most of the time. Somewhat limited in their likes and dislikes I found them to 
be all alike in bed and while the sex was good they seemed to treat me as almost
 a machine. Kind of cold. The old stories say they were the first to learn about
 sex with human men but others claim it was the cats so maybe its just a dog thing
. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    There 
were few bears and I never knew that many so my impressions are limited. I understand
 they are more common other places but we only had a small number where I was. Large
 and strong they reminded me of female wrestlers. Broad shoulders and wide hips 
with short legs and arms they were often guards or did the really heavy work like
 smithing. Perhaps the hardest to love because of their body builds but worth the
 effort. Very loving and surprisingly gentle when being loved they loved to take
 it slow and easy to let the passion build. When it was time to climax it was always
 explosive. Although limited by body differences in the number of positions to use
 they were always open to new ideas and willing to try anything. Most loved anal
 sex when it was just for fun and  I have seen  them back up butt to butt and use
 their short stubby tails as a sort of substitute prick on each other. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    Surprisingly
 enough it was the birds that were most human once you got past the feathers. They
 were bare of large ones on their fronts and had only a few downy ones instead. 
Bare breasts allowed them to enjoy all the usual  things here. As different among
 themselves as are human women they did share a few common traits. About the only
 thing really different about them was their lips were almost beaks. No not pointed
 but stiff and almost hard. Kissing one was strange and was not often done. Instead
 they preferred to kind of wipe their lips across yours in a motion that I\u8217
\'92m sure you have seen parrots do. Not bad after you get used to it. Very good
 with their tongues they gave the best blow jobs of the bunch and were about the
 only ones that seemed to really enjoy it. Most of the others would indulge you 
but it never lasted long and seldom would they allow you to climax that way. The
 birds were always willing and would often orgasm as you came. Maybe its from eating
 worms before they were changed. But than again the tales claim that they were falcons
 so I don\u8217\'92t know. Always in a hurry and very easy to please but kind of
 nervous. With them you always thought they expected something to interfere before
 you got done. Just edgy all the time. Still I liked them and always looked forward
 to time with one.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I will
 lump the lizards and the mermaids together even though they were quiet different
 simply because they were very alike when it came to sex. The only ones without 
hair or fur or something they both were totally bald and always had very small breasts
. The lizards were smaller and had shorter arms and legs with long torsos. Their
 pebbly skin was soft to the touch and they were the only ones close to human in
 feel. The mermaids or fish were taller and had very long limbs. All had a layer
 of fat under the skin that made them quite cuddly. Both were willing to try almost
 any position but the fish really liked to do it in the water. Indeed I had  large
 tub just for that reason. We would play on the nearby bed but when it was time 
to enter her we would jump into the water to finish. Really weird to love a girl
 who keeps her head under water the whole time even when you kiss her but they were
 wonderful lovers. The lizards tended to like it outdoors in the sun and as they
 were very nice to look at I minded it not at all. About the only ones that liked
 to take the top it was common for them to insert the tip of their tail into my 
butt just a bit as they came close to climax. The first few times it happened I 
almost died but once I was over the shock it became a nice part of our loving. Both
 types of ladies were eager to please and only the fact that they were few in number
 kept be from dallying with them more.\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    There 
were a few other types that I had not enough experience with to really form firm
 ideas about them. I only mated with one monkey type and found it a strange thing
. Demanding and tending toward bitchy she was built like you might expect a monkey
. We did it her way and I really don\u8217\'92t like making love in trees. Awkward
 and dangerous to my way of thinking but I understand that where they are more common
 there are provisions made to enhance the experience for the man. Still I don\u8217
\'92t think I would like a study diet of them. If you are a breast man you would
 love the cows. Large heavy women with huge breasts. They have the least hair of
 any of those with full hair or fur with the tits smooth and bare. Slow moving and
 placid of temperament the few I mated with were slow and relaxing lovers. Time 
and passion were secondary to just being together. Built like the bears you had 
to experiment a bit to find positions that allowed you to be comfortable for as 
long as they wanted to remain joined but once there they were just wonderful lovers
 if you enjoy soft and slow. They liked to talk and just enjoy the company and it
 was common [ or so I\u8217\'92m told] for them to invite friends along to watch
 and to share the conversation. Certainly it happened with me once or twice. I understand
 there are a few other breeds that I never met so I will not talk of them but I 
did meet and love one very rare one. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     She was
 of a breed that I know not the name. I believe her type was invented from scratch
. I find her hard to describe even now. Very small and covered with a downy fur 
she was built like a young girl. Just nipples buried in her fur instead of real 
breasts and the smallest tightest holes possible. She kind of reminded me of a cavy
 if you have ever seen one. Short legs and arms with a plump body. At first she 
might sound odd and less than attractive but that is wrong. Somehow the whole was
 very much more that the sum of the parts. Perhaps the breed was built for sex and
 only sex for she was the best lover I ever had. Endlessly flexible and eager she
 enjoyed anything and everything. Somehow that small basically shapeless  body turned
 into the sexiest thing ever as we made love. She stayed with me for a week during
 which I slept with no others. We loved every minute we could and the rest of the
 time we shared other pleasures even to the point of forsaking food, drink, and 
sleep. There had to have been magic involved beyond just the normal magic that comes
 with any good loving or sex. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    I half
 expected to hear comments about my spending so much time with just one girl when
 so many were waiting for their turns that would be so much shorter but instead 
it seemed like it was only to be expected. Perhaps she was something special in 
their society. I do not know but I often felt there was much that I was not told
. Anything I asked was always answered but maybe I did not know what questions to
 ask. Looking back it seems that there always just enough time for whatever partner
 I had but no more that was really needed to satisfy her. We never felt hurried, 
most of the time it seemed like the whole world went away while we were busy only
 to return when we were both sated. We would go through the parting rituals and 
just as we finished the next one would present herself. Very strange. More magic
 perhaps? \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28     I have
 spent most of my life living a dream and when I returned to my home lands I found
 that my life has been much longer that I would ever had suspected. Naturally I 
tried to find old mates or family but when I asked I found them vanished into time
 and from memory. As near as I can figure I have been gone over two hundred years
 and yet you see standing before you a man still in middle age and fit and healthy
. Magic I guess. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    What I
 have not yet told you is my reason for telling you my tale. You see for the very
 first time the people have decided to seek men instead of depending upon luck to
 cast them upon their shores. There is a fine fast ship waiting to meet with my 
small vessel when after I collect a few men willing to believe me to be telling 
the truth. Men open minded and brave enough to join me in the return voyage. Men
 who might risk all to win a place that is almost heaven. Will you join me and them
?\par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs24\kerning28    \par}

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