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Furry: Jerrit's Tale
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Again, another furry story... And Again, I'm not the author...
Tales of the Barnum Systems
Jerrit's Tale
The Barnum System was an anomaly of evolution. Unlike most planets, where
only one species managed to struggle to intelligence, and dominance in each
major biosphere, on Barnum, every species which managed to evolve a large
enough brain almost immediately jumped to intelligence.
Further, because most land-based sentient animals quickly have need of
hands to manipulate tools, most Barnum species were humanoid and to clinch
the seemingly overwhelming set of coincidences, most of the habitable
planets of Barnum resembled Earth, with virtually identical ecological
niches, most of the sentients resembled a humanoid version of a native
Terran animal.
The guy who found the first Barnum planet was rumored to have said: "My
God... I've found Disney Heaven! It's a regular circus here..." Thus the
name "Barnum".
However, as later explorers found, the population of Barnum was
Disney-like only in appearance. In fact, these were very bright and social
creatures who had to live in close quarters with hundreds of equally
bright, social and wholly different animals. The best way to describe it
is that each species ended up socializing on the others to the point that
each considered the others as "things like us, but not able to reproduce
with us".
Humans first tried settling on the Barnum planets and then, when it was
obvious that these beings were not inclined to let the humans get away
with treating them as second-class sapients, diplomatic missions were
established to try and build trade in technology and manpower as well as
vacation sites for humans who wanted to be closer to nature.
Only this nature talked...
Mark had never been to Barnum although he'd heard about it. He had been
sent to work with a crew of Barnum natives in establishing a new fusion
network on one of the mineral-rich but uninhabited outer planets of the
Barnum system.
His first stop was in the port town of Threring where he was briefed on
local customs and given supplies for the next leg of his journey. He spent
the night in a local hotel, killing time by swimming in the pool. He was
amazed to see the variety of creatures sharing the pool with him. Larger,
burly polar-bear men dived and cannonballed into the pool alongside sleek
otter men while foxes and raccoons lolled about on deck chairs sipping on
drinks.
The other thing that surprised him was that most of them went about
without any clothing whatsoever. While he was hardly a prude, the idea of
a pool on Earth with so many undressed people ambling about was pretty
much unheard of.
As he swam through the warm, clear water, an explosion of polar-bear
lifted him up and as he rode the swell of the bear-man's cannonball dive;
he felt something nudge him between his legs... An otter-man had driven
his muzzle into his crotch and then swam away. He was surprised and
somewhat stimulated by the touch.
He felt flustered by this unsolicited contact, but he also found it
surprisingly arousing. He wanted to look at the natives and their
unabashed nudity, but just couldn't do that. Out of the side of his view,
he tried to get a good look at a male otter-man who was lying on his back,
his legs spread wide. Mark stood up and hurried back to his room before
his embarrassment or arousal got the best of him.
It was obvious that this was going to be a strange trip.
It was a twenty hour trip from Threring to the orbiting station over
Bitop. Waiting for him was a wolf-man and a human. The human introduced
the wolf as "Jerrit" and told Mark that Jerrit was to be his liaison with
the other Barnum engineers and, since living space was at a premium on the
station, that he'd have to bunk with Jerrit.
There was about a five hour difference in the station's day-cycle and his
circadian was almost in sync with the station. Jerrit showed him the
facilities and introduced him to the team of engineers: another wolf,
female, a polar-bear man, a lizard man, a smaller brown-bear female and
three beings who looked all the world like beavers.
They all went to the cafeteria and drank a variety of liquids while
discussing the first set of fusion power sites and how best to deliver
them to the planet's surface. To his surprise, these were pretty good
technicians and engineers. Jerrit was actually a physicist with additional
training in nuclear engineering.
Hours passed quickly and soon all of them were wiped. One by one, they
left for their cabins and soon only Mark and Jerrit were left chatting
about the differences between their people.
"Let's continue this in our cabin," suggested Jerrit. "Ok," replied Mark.
They wound their way to their cabin and entered. Jerrit opened a locker
and pulled out a bottle of some sort of thick, green liquid. "I don't know
if you will like this," Jerrit said, "I'm not familiar with human tastes."
"It looks... interesting," said Mark. "So, how many humans have you worked
with?" he asked.
"I've worked with several, but I have to admit, you're the first I've felt
even slightly comfortable around," said Jerrit. "Thank you," replied Mark.
They talked of their families, neither of them were married. And as the
liquor disappeared, the conversation turned to more personal topics.
"Jerrit, may I ask an odd question?" asked Mark. "Of course," replied
Jerrit, "ask away." "When I was at the Threring station, I saw a lot of
Barnum people at a pool and a lot of them weren't wearing much. Is that
normal?"
"Pretty much." Jerrit answered. "We're fur bearing creatures and clothing
tends to make us hot and makes our skin itch. We wear uniforms here mostly
out of respect for the humans, and to make carrying things easier."
"Oh," said Mark, "so normally you'd not wear anything."
"Yup," said Jerrit.
"Hmmm.... Jerrit, if you'd feel more comfortable not wearing anything,
feel free to do so in our cabin. We're going to be roommates for a while,
and I'd rather you were comfortable."
"You're sure, Mark? I've been told that humans really find nudity
disturbing," Jerrit asked.
"Well... I have to admit that I'll be distracted at first - I'm not used
to being around naked people, but I'm sure I'll get used to it..." replied
Mark.
The next week went past pretty quickly, design and fabrication of the
engine components and then delivery of the first test units could almost
be totally handled by the computers.Mark was settling in quite nicely and
had adjusted to the slightly longer day that was the norm on the station.
One thing that he was having trouble getting used to was Jerrit's nudity
and it bothered him. He felt that as a progressive human, he should have
had no problems with it- but it troubled him.
Not that Jerrit was repellent, quite the contrary, it was the fact that
Jerrit's body was actually quite attractive. This surprised him on several
levels... Jerrit was not only a male, but a male of a different species.
Liberal was one thing, but this was ridiculous.
Mark's first shock had been that Jerrit's genitals weren't like those of a
human, but far more like those of a large dog or a wolf - a thick,
cream-furred sheath lay held against his belly above a slightly lighter
furred sac.
Still, he couldn't deny it, seeing Jerrit putter about their quarters made
him feel something inside. He just hoped that Jerrit didn't catch the
glances and near stares.
A few days later, the four day weekend, which was typical on a station's
timetable, began and found both Mark and Jerrit in their quarters.
"Do you mind if I get comfortable?" asked Jerrit.
"Be my guest," replied Mark.
Jerrit pulled at the strip at his wrist and ran his clawed thumb along the
seam causing it to part. He followed the seam under his armpit and then
down his side to his waist. The cloth of his tunic fell open exposing a
thickly furred chest of cream and fire orange sides and back. He reached
back to open some sort of flap in the back above his tail and then hooked
his thumbs into the waist and pulled down, freeing himself from the
jumpsuit and flopping onto his bed. He picked up a book in some
unrecognizable language and began reading.
Mark was working on a set of computations for an upcoming test launch but
found it hard to concentrate. First his eyes were drawn to Jerrit's legs
and then began following them up to Jerrit's groin.
"Do you like what you see?" asked Jerrit from behind his book.
Mark jumped as if lightning had struck him and began stammering a weak
denial. "I'm.... surprised, that's all. It's not at all what I expected."
"I see," Jerrit said, putting down the book and rolling up to a sitting
position. "So then this wouldn't bother you at all..." he said and drew
his hand along his sheath. Mark swallowed. "N-no. But it is a bit rude."
"Ah," replied Jerrit. His golden-yellow eyes captured Mark's blue eyes and
held them as Jerrit began a slow stroking of the fur on his sheath. Mark
could only stare as a finger of pink flesh poked its way free from
Jerrit's sheath and struggled into the light.
Jerrit's ears swiveled about and he scooted his muzzle down to the
lengthening pink shaft, now growing redder and slid his tongue out to meet
it. Mark felt himself suddenly grow faint as he saw that broad flat tongue
slip against the thickening member and draw it into Jerrit's mouth.
Mark's own shaft had grown hard and strained at the tough fabric of his
own jump suit. He could feel the slick wetness of his own pre-come as it
wiped against the cloth. A part of him wanted to resist this arousal, but
a larger part wanted to release the building fire.
Mark was out of his clothes in a minute and stood up. He was well built
and fairly muscular with a slightly larger than average set of genitals.
His penis was rock hard and swung in front of him as he moved. Jerrit
looked up at him appreciatively, continuing to work his cock in his own
mouth, tonguing and nibbling at the swollen member.
Mark stood there for a moment, uncertain as to what his next move should
be. Jerrit solved that by letting his own cock slip out of his muzzle with
a wet, slurp. He stood up from the bed, his cock swinging wildly, and
moved over to Mark and wrapped his furry arms around the startled human.
Mark left Jerrit's wet cock rub against his own rigid member and then
slide wetly up his belly as the two tightened their embrace. Jerrit's
belly fur tickled Mark in many places as did Jerrit's furry, muscular
arms. The claws which seemed so much like ornamentation on Jerrit's hands
now began pricking and scratching his back as Jerrit began a gentle, but
insistent thrusting of his hips.
The large canid began an insistent pressing and licking at Mark's mouth
and snaked his tongue against Mark's lips. A gasp opened the way as Jerrit
reached between Mark's legs, and his tongue, warm, slippery and wet, dived
in. Mark could taste the musky precome Jerrit had licked from his own
lupine shaft.
With a sudden lunge, Jerrit dropped and grasped Mark's leg and pressed his
cock against the hairy skin of his thigh. His muzzle snapped to mark's
cock and started licking and a gentle biting. Mark moaned and leaned back
against the table as Jerrit sucked the rigid shaft into that all too alien
muzzle.
Jerrit's head started working back and forth, rubbing the sensitive
swollen head on Mark's dick against the washboard roof of Jerrit's mouth.
As Mark moved his legs with pleasure, his foot brushed against Jerrit's
furry balls and Mark began to slowly rub the soft fur with the top of his
foot. Jerrit groaned sending the vibrations through the hard human shaft
in his mouth.
First he pressed his balls against Mark's foot then started working his
cock up and down Mark's leg, leaving slippery trails of wetness along the
hairy skin. Then he began a persistent stroking and rubbing of his stiff
cock along Mark's leg working the pointed tip up along the leg, pressing
Mark back against the table.
"Hold on a sec," Mark cried out. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that."
"Don't worry, you'll like it. I'm sure you will." Jerrit said, huskily.
His voice had taken on an eerie, almost animal sound and the words were
nearly growls.
Mark started to protest when Jerrit finally was atop him, resting his
swollen cock, dripping with precome along Mark's own rock-hard member. The
sensation of Jerrit's cock and the silky fur brushing the insides of his
thighs and his belly wiped out any last fear and he spread his legs wider
to take the large canine between his thighs.
Jerrit quickly lifted Mark and turned him over onto his belly. Mark was
startled by this sudden move but bowed to Jerrit's instincts. He felt
himself being covered in warm, dry fur and the strong arms of the canid
slipping around his waist.
He could feel Jerrit crouch and spread furred thighs around his rear and
then brush that exquisite tail across the sensitive skin of the back of
his legs. Mark's cock was pressed against the table and every movement
rubbed it against the textured surface. He could feel a wet hardness
slipping between his ass-cheeks and a surprisingly hard object begin to
pry open his anus.
Jerrit moaned and gripped Mark harder, pulling him up into the warm nest
of Jerrit's belly and thighs. The motion propelled the rigid canid penis
deeper into Mark's ass and there was a moment of pain as his body shifted
to accommodate this new sensation.
It was as if Jerrit has gone wholly animal, like some strange werewolf or
Jekyll and Hyde-like transformation. He was growling and thrusting madly
into Mark. Mark was excited by the multiple forbiddeness of this act of
pleasure - he was being fucked not only by a male, but a male alien who
didn't even resemble his own species, but look exactly like a large wolf.
He could see a reflection of their feral coupling in the dressing mirror
and was both startled and fascinated with Jerrit's appearance. His face
was contorted in animal passion and crouched as he was over Mark's back,
he resembled a large dog - ears pressed tight against his head and his
black lips pulled back in tension exposing long fangs and sharp teeth.
The stabbing, rubbing of Jerrit's cock within Mark was wonderfully
pleasurable. It was a warm pressure that flooded his already rock-like
cock with even more blood making his erection almost painful. Jerrit
pressed his face against Mark's back and began a frantic rubbing and
licking. He thrust for a few seconds then bit on Mark's neck hard enough
to make Mark cry out.
As Mark arched in surprise at the sudden bite, Jerrit grabbed harder and
began working his cock hard into Mark's ass. Mark gripped the table and
stiffened as he felt a knobby ball on Jerrit's cock start to grind into
his ass. Jerrit held tight on Mark's neck and waist and wormed it around
and around until it snapped into Mark's ass with a popping sensation.
Mark let out a shout of shock as the canid cock rapidly grew in size and
filled his bowels will scalding hot juices. Jerrit let out a sound which
was something between a howl and a cry and collapsed onto Mark repeated
saying "Sorry..." He was actually sobbing.
"Jerrit... <uhn> stop that. What's wrong with you?" Mark called out.
"I'm so embarrassed. I've not mated for along time... I couldn't control
myself," Jerrit said wearily.
"God, that's ok. I'm fine and I'm glad we're doing this.... I've never
felt anything so good in my life!" Mark was adapting to the large wolf
cock filling his rear and the shock which made it feel painful was fading
and leaving a warm glow. "I have just one question..."
"Y-yes?" Jerrit stammered.
"How will we explain this to the Project Manager?"
Jerrit sputtered and started laughing at that image. He told Mark to relax
and that they should be able to separate within a few minutes. Mark tried
to relax and he could feel the massive swelling start to shrink as Jerrit
carefully started working it out of him.
It popped out releasing a flood of semen and juice. Jerrit explained that
the males of his species produce an amazing amount of lubrication and
precome compared with most other animals. He went to the bathroom, his
cock still dripping and brought back a towel to clean Mark.
They rested for a moment on Jerrit's bed. Mark's cock was still very hard
and the feathery brushes of Jerrit's fur didn't help.
"I see I've not been fair," Jerrit said. He rolled onto his back and
gripped Mark around the waist with his legs pulling Mark onto him. They
looked into each other's eyes, seeing the friendship that had grown
between such different beings in such a short time.
This time, it was Mark's turn to start nuzzling into Jerrit's chest fur
and to work himself down to the furry mound between Jerrit's legs. Jerrit
had carefully cleaned his dick before letting it slide back into its
fur-covered home.
Mark wasn't sure how to get a canine hot, so he began licking the opening
in the sheath. This made Jerrit groan and press his sheath against Mark's
lips. Mark started rubbing the thick sheath and squeezed it.
"Lower, squeeze me lower... behind the knot," gasped Jerrit.
Mark fondled Jerrit's sheath and felt the thickening in the shaft hidden
within. He gripped the sheath and gently squeezed. Jerrit moaned and told
Mark to squeeze harder. Mark did so and was rewarded with the appearance
of the pink finger of cock-flesh poking out of the tight opening in his
sheath.
"Uhnnn.." groaned Jerrit. Mark began sliding the entire sheath over the
slippery-wet cock, all the while, keeping a tight grip on the base. Jerrit
was thrusting his hips and spraying precome over Mark's hands. Mark moved
his head down between Jerrit's thighs and tasted the glistening cock-head.
He was surprise to find that the taste was pleasant; a little bitter but
tasty. He slipped his lips over the shaft and began a rhythmic sucking and
licking. Jerrit leaned up to watch the action and to touch and caress Mark.
He was overwhelmed by the amount of juice Jerrit was producing. Every few
seconds, he'd have to spit out a mouthful of precome he couldn't possibly
swallow in time.
Mark was burning hot and pushed himself between Jerrit's legs. Jerrit
flipped his tail up between Mark's legs and wagged it about, ticking
Mark's balls and crotch. Mark was consumed with his desperation and
pressed his cock towards Jerrit's ass, right at the base of his large
tail. He felt the puckered opening touch his painfully swollen cockhead
and he pressed in. Jerrit grunted as his anus opened for the human cock.
Mark had never fucked another male before and he was uncertain what this
would be like. While it wasn't like fucking a human woman, it was
certainly pleasurable and the hot, wet, tight anus stroked his cock better
than anything he'd ever felt. As he thrust deeper into Jerrit, Jerrit's
eyes widened and his mouth opened. Mark was peering into a crazed wolf's
maw.
But Mark wasn't even thinking about this. His cock ended it's travel and
his groin pressed into Jerrit's thick balls. Mark's own balls were
pressing and sliding along Jerrit's tail which was writhing like a snake
as Jerrit moaned in ecstasy.
The human held the wolf-man by the shoulders and began a frantic thrusting
and pounding, sliding his balls along the thick fur of the wolf's tail and
rubbing the wolf's heavy, erect cock against his belly with each desperate
thrust.
Jerrit felt his balls being bumped and his insides being rubbed. His cock
slipped against the slippery-smooth belly of his human lover and the
pleasure was almost agonizing. He trashed about under the laboring human,
drool running down his cheek fur as his tongue dangled out of his mouth.
Mark's balls started tensing and he grabbed his furry lover and slammed
his cock deep into Jerrit's clenched ass. He let out a long groan as he
came while Jerrit, yowling a long howl of orgasm, started spraying Mark's
and his own chest with watery canine spunk.
Mark collapsed onto Jerrit and they turned to lay on their side,
exhausted, in each other's arms.
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