'They're all Savages... Beastly beings so naked and coarse...'

'It was the third week since my arrival. The poor drinking water set my stomach to churn and it's only now that I start growing accustomed to it. There's only so much tea between father and I. The local blend was decidedly heady and no good for the humid days. I suppose it really is an 'Indian Summer'. 

Not that I mind the situation; It's verderuous here. More so than back home, the trees here are so tall and straight. They hardly bend in the wind... Like a stern nun. Which brings me to the women of this village; Tribe, I suppose. They're so

Naked.

- Jezza Late Summer'


'We're into our second month, the days meander by as we begin to break down the language barrier. We have a very basic means of communication, father has taken to it far more than I have. I just can't grasp the way their words rise and fall seemingly into the pit of their stomachs. 

But, no matter. I've come to know a few of the boys, they're all far stronger than I am; My stomach and the lack of inclination towards the water certainly hasn't helped. But, the diet of wild rice, game and the berries that grow everywhere have seen me put on weight again.

Which I think has attracted the eye of one of the younger girls. I'm not sure of her name yet. Her vulpine features are sharper and her frame was 'willowy'. I suppose they're most like the Fennecs out east. Though, hardier. 

If she knew I referred to her as 'Hardy'. I'm not certain she would appreciate that.

- Jezza 'Fall' '

'It's getting harder to write frequently, most of what I can do before the day runs out is what my father has been telling me. Their structure is clearly matriarchal. The men are respected certainly. But, the older women are almost revered. From what I've been told, with good reason. Their oral history is mythical and it would make sense those tasked with it would demand greater respect.

This seemingly trickles down with younger females and their would be suitors. The boys early on in what we call 'dating' are meek to them. The games they play amongst one another are seemingly a way for them to court with their respective brothers being some sort of barrier to entry.

Which I by no means to imply something so lurid.

- Jezza 'Winter'. '

'It was a difficult end to the year, thankfully the tools we brought along with us were seemingly a boon to our hosts. The quality steel made fair work of the ice and snow. They've asked us to provision more such tools. I've asked father for more tea. But, given how expensive it is; The local fare has become much more enjoyable in the long nights.

The arrival of spring has seen a renewed vigor in some of the boys around me. Several have already taken what we would call a 'Wife'. Especially alien given that they're near as young as I am. But, I'm not without my own machinations.

Her name is Amahday.

- Jezza Spring. '

'I wish we weren't here on a Mission. It has been hard to adhere to the teaching and it's alluringly easy to see why so many have been counter-converted. Something I'm not opposed to. The lack of clothing has seen my fur fuller, healthier. My foreign looks I've been told are seemingly quite attractive.

Father says it's unseemly to approach our hosts. I'm saddened that I must obey his word over what I feel is far more fulfilling. Amahday has wondered why I haven't made an approach to her older sister yet. Truth be told, I'm at loss since her family is the only one without a male.

Everyone's noticed and I feel embarrassed. 

- Jezza, Spring. '

'There was an Aurora Borealis last night. This is seen as a blessing and there's to be a small festival to celebrate it.

- Jezza, Spring. '

'I write this most secretively. It happened. It was hard not to. There was a type of beer that was shared around. I've surely tasted stronger before arriving here. But, never so much as last night.

We were carried away. I think by her family friends and deposited quite discreetly after a point.

Our own fire was away from the main revels. It was strange to think that we were only talking about the different ways we were growing up. But, it was all so 'Interesting'. Everything she told me only seemed to build something between us. The things I shared seemed to knit it all together...

The jug of beer we had was soon gone and the bed we made was of our-- Well, mostly my clothing. The nakedness of her had since become like background noise. But at that moment in the dim warmth of fire and drink..

It was brighter than the morning felt today. 

- Jezza Spring. '

[Hidden in the lining]

' Her pale fur was soft, the braids of her hair tucked to the side of us. I could feel her breathing in the core of my being as I gazed down at her. Amahday's green eyes were glowing in the firelight and it was all I could see for the longest time.

It didn't start out energetic. Nor did it become particularly rowdy. The drink made everything feel slow; Like I was swimming through treacle. Every breath between us saw the distance close. She didn't know what to do and neither did I. But, she knew what was going to happen, her younger years wasn't a problem for them, so why should it for me?

Her sister told her what happened between two people when the 'lights shone'. She told me during it that the 'lights shone' for her when she first saw me. I was bathing by the shor away from everyone else. The shyness was far less intimidating than the boisterousness of other boys.

Even amongst them it was hard to shake it away. I hadn't even moved against her despite the swelling between us. Draped over her and between her legs we smiled at eachother and because it was the natural thing to do, started kissing. The taste of her mouth was bitter, no doubt mine the same given the beer we shared. Neither of us paid mind to it.

Things progressed from there, I was larger than her by a head and shoulders at least and since 'Missionary Position' wasn't working out, we 'tried for a bishop'. This worked much to our favour, her slender figure was much suited to being on top. The full swell of my manhood curved upwards slightly and between her furred cheeks. The courseness of her tail fur catching the spill of my preliminaries.

She was straddling me while we held hands and kissed. I don't remember when I found my way to the first culmination. I only know that it wasn't where God intended and lay wasted. Surely he could hardly fault me for being quick to the draw. I felt ashamed at my stolen culmination. But, the way we coupled...

The second and third followed properly. 

She lifted away enough to make the alignment, I kept her steady; Barely. The heat of her was unlike anything I felt before. The dorm room games we played paled in comparison to be nearly translucent. Despite the numbess I felt from the drink when I first entered the way she winced... I felt her pain in my stomach and the tears that fell I did my best to kiss away and ease things along. 

That first real hiccup smoothed away after we sat up together, the dregs of beer and a bit of fumbling at the fire had us trying again.

The trickle of blood had made things sticky at first. But, nothing would stop us. Things grew wet between us. We mated quietly, neither of us was overtly loud or boisterous. My thrusts into her barely roused a more than a gasp or quiet squeak from her. My own internal voice was seemingly louder than I was for she asked if I was okay.

I nodded and pulled her down against me for the second culmination, my panting her name returned mine in refrain from her lips. I could tell from the way she tensed and how erratic that it was our first together. I know I should have pulled out. It was a great sin to do such before wedlock.

But. I couldn't help myself. We lay panting in the heady afterglow, the hazy feeling of release compounded by the alcohol left us near motionless as I lay locked inside of her, the banked fire burned low in that time.

She and I didn't move till near dawn. It was just coals by that point, the brushes and grass around us as well as our bodies kept the heat comfortable throughout. When we did move, it was me blindly easing her beneath me, the natural ease I felt in that transition was like silk.

My unmuddled senses had cleared since the night and I could smell more than the earth around us. Her sweetened fur alongside it's natural mustiness tickled my nose. My kisses were at her neck while the heat built up once more, my lips on hers until I could feel her tugging me up. This time there was genuine passion. Last nights fumbles were a golden relief.

But the crystal-clarity of that morning... Her wetness around me was rich, last night not all that long ago made for an interesting affair. But, my thrusts only grew steadier, firmer. I'm sorry to admit that I might've been too energetic. Our noises were a little louder, soft grunts and moans of pleasure lost amongst the early morning calls and sounds of a waking forest.

I shuddered quickly and spilled myself inside of her again. I fell to my elbows above her and through the haze I smiled down at her. She smiled back and as much as our frames would allow, she hugged me close while both of us came to. When I wilted, my discarded shirt cleaning the both of us up. I rebuilt the fire, the privacy of our little spot saw us once again sharing stories... Then before the world roused, we shared once more.

- Jezza, Spring. '