Altered Fur State

She stinks to high heaven and I'm not about to make love to that. I grab her by the wrist and pull her into the Bath Room and motioned for her to stay put, like to a dog and start the bath water. She begins to smile. She speaks with these guttural grunting and squeaking sounds. I understand her perfectly to say "Thank you". I am figuring out that the "translations" are happening in the mind though they seem to come from the persons mouth. Kind of like a badly dubbed film. She needed no encouragement to get into the tub. She spent an entire hour bathing. I start helping her by washing her back and shampooing her hair. She's cooing like a dove the whole time especially when I dry her hair. I did take the opportunity to begin fondling her. I'm nude the entire time and she is staring and smiling at my stiffening cock. This is obviously her first time also but despite the tens? of thousands of years she is taking right to it.

We are obviously starting from near the beginning of modern homo sapiens. After the cleanup she's actually quite attractive, a petite 4'-8". She says she's tall among her people and astonished at my height and size. I wouldn't say beautiful mainly because of her early wear and tear. Very thick bushy light brown hair and blue eyes.

I lead her into the Bed Room and she jumps up on the bed on hands and knees to do it doggie style. She has already figured out why she is here. Not so primitive after all. I get in bed beside her lying on my back and reach up to her pulling her down on top of me. She responds in the sweetest and most sensitive way I have ever experienced. While she is lying on my chest I start to kiss her and I realize this is a new experience for her. She is totally beside herself at its pleasures. She has bent her knees and brought her feet together and my cock is clamped in fur between the bottoms of her feet. In her excitement of kissing she is jerking me off with her feet.

I slowly roll over on top of her and begin to fondle her body with the Sable. I'm totally covering her body with mine pressing her deep into the Sable but she wants me there. She is strong, moaning in ecstasy very quickly. She is in heaven and gradually I slide into her, my cock being enormous to her, stretching her to her limits. Her response is incredible. She begins to shake uncontrollably in a very long climax and I am ejaculating uncontrollably. When Did we lose that? Is that because of the new position for her or do they do that when they do it doggie style??

She is so small that when I grab her under her arms, my hands almost cover her entire back, with my thumbs on her nipples. She's moaning and screaming in pleasure. I roll over on my back again and lift her up over my stiff cock. She is draped with a Fox coat. She gives me a big smile and grunts "do it". I pump her up and down on my cock until she is as limp as a rag doll and so full cum is running out all over my belly. She's moaning and screaming with pleasure the entire time. The first time I have been totally satisfied having sex with a small woman.

After we come down from the incredible passion and I am still fondling her with the Sable as she lays on her back she "says" "No she had never done any of these things before that this was all so exciting and wonderful she truly got carried away. Is this what I wanted from her?" I said that someone else wanted us to do this for the future? It all starts to make perfect sense to me now. Am I the only one doing this? For some reason I didn't want her to leave. What about the Tiger? It would all be in vain if she is cat food. Poof right from my arms. Our origins are very fragile yet very refined and intelligent, I continue to think.

After having very fine sex and a lot of fun with the corset girls, Mary from England (1780) and Heidi from Bavaria (1810), Space Girl returns. This time we get to spend a bit more time together. She says we have been together four times all together and she has had two sets of twin girls and a boy. All, of course, have blue eyes. She is looking forward to many more. She understands the importance, I am correct, and besides the sex is so incredible that she would come for that alone. Gee, what a compliment.

Space Girl is the designated Child Bearer for their space trip and is tall for her time as well. The semen on board is not taking and only mine is producing babies. She said that according to my accounts of history that her history (2240) has already been changed significantly and that I am considered a near savior of mankind. They knew someone was to be selected from their time but they didn't know who. She has told no one it is her. I said that the timings were all off for child birth and ovulation. How could this be true?

"Time dilation. I travel in space at incredible speeds so the transportation warps time. If I am impregnated this time, it has yet to fail, I will give birth next week your time on my space ship. It's too bad you don't remember coming for me. I was elated it was me that was chosen. For all of this to be happening in outer space is curious. What is the plan in that? We have been experiencing significant automatic upgrades to our drive system and are now 150% more efficient than when we started from Jupiter." Poof.

Making love to a woman taller than me is a new experience. I thought of Cave Girl and what she must feel like. It is possible to get this great a difference over the Internet sex/dating sites.

The next evening Cave Girl returns. I asked her what happened when she returned and what about the Tiger?

"I returned to another place and found new people to be with. They are much nicer people than the Clan I had been living with. They are more like me and the men are a bit taller than me." She was talking quite differently and I asked her about that.

"I had to learn how to speak all over."

So it is not totally rigid. There is an intelligence controlling the individual. Kind of like Clan of the Cave Bear by Arthur C. Clark. We had beautiful sex and she was totally into the fur. She asked me to turn her into a rag doll again. None of her kind are big enough to do it. She loves my large and powerful body on her and being buried in the fur beneath me and my huge, to her, cock. I pump her full again.

"I am teaching my new people the way of fur. We are having fun and much pleasure. We are developing rituals around its use for copulation."

CHAPTER 3

I had not been paying any attention to my world for several months other than taking care of my businesses and when I finally started to venture out more I began to see why "the powers that be" realize the need for change. Our history is awful. What has already changed by Cave Girl, Heidi, Mary, Indian Maid and Beatrice? What about the others I don't know about, like Scarab Girl and the Japanese woman? What about Green Space Girl? None of these women show up in any historical records. Beatrice was the most likely candidate to be found. Nothing.

I did begin to find some peculiar kinks in history as best as I could recall from memory. The Bataan Death March never happened. No records what so ever. Japanese Girl? Is this progressive? Three months later "The Trail of Tears" never happened and the Cherokee Nation covers a significant portion of western North Carolina and eastern Tennessee. I ask around about it and that is the way it has always been. General Custer drank himself to death. Ten months later The Bureau of Indian Affairs never existed and most Indians are a prosperous business class. This can't be just Indian Girl? There are no obvious missing people. Some have different jobs or live somewhere else. These are the kinds of things Space Girl said was happening in her time and place. If only Barbarrella knew.

My scientific contributions and major inventions are all still there and doing their jobs. I suppose they too may change. The old adage "The only constant is change" is certainly the ONLY constant now. I begin to notice subtle changes in the landscape and buildings as well almost daily. All for the good for sure. I'm now growing to expect it.

Over a month has gone by since my last visitor and I'm beginning to think that they're ending when Scarab Girl shows up. Very young and scared to death. She has been persecuted for having a child of "unknown origin". She said she was able to save it by giving it to a Tribe of slaves as their own. Many of them have blue eyes. She didn't want to get pregnant again but that she could leave with them as they're being set free under the strangest of circumstances. She had befriended the Slaves. We make love and it's very bittersweet for her. She cries the whole time, not over the sex but out of grief. I hope I am doing the right thing in this case.

Shortly after that I'm transported to dozens of different planets in the Galaxy nearly daily to retrieve women and impregnate them. If it were not so profound it would be almost boring. I never had sex so may times in one month in my life.

It is difficult, relative to my time, what times these women represent, the future, present or the past for their planets? A few were nearly as primitive as Cave Girl. The worlds are not that different from Earth. A few are large Moons around hot gas giants but the conditions are very much the same. Clearly those folks did not evolved from their environment though they're remarkably well adapted. No way, quickly, to tell the time frames and locations.

Some of these women are as familiar as the girl next door and some are much more exotic but all are clearly and identifiably homo sapiens and very beautiful despite any "differences". The differences are no greater than the characteristics of the people of Earth. Not like Sci-Fi at all. There are no differences in my bed and they all love having sex in the fur within fifteen minutes tops. That one is from a planet where females are all slaves and sex is very violent, sometimes deadly to the female. Once we started to "make love not war" she was into it in a very big way. She left with a very different perspective on life. I hope she starts a Revolution.

A few must have been in a hurry as they were in and out in no time at all. A few linger for quite a while and we get to enjoy each other a great deal more like Slave Girl. I am finding it very curious now as to how the Galaxy has been so uniformly seeded with homo sapiens and is Earth the origin? No exotic two heart versions with three digits or three legs, pointed ears, horn ridges or the like. Sex with all is "by the book". Some, like earth women, are better than others but that is probably a planetary variable.

Most all, like Green Alien Girl, are totally into the fur big time and want me to max them out and said they can't wait to get back for more. They'll have as many offspring as I or whoever would like them to have just to get laid in the fur. A few said that this kind of abduction they don't mind at all, in fact they love the secret screwing. Much better than the little Gray guys. First time I've heard mention of them. I found this to be the most curious thing of all.

Early on I began to get mink stoles and small furs for them to take back with them as a sample. I got a stock of them off eBay. I have some nicer pieces for those that want very fine fur. I hope they survive the return journey. Strange anomalies happen sometimes in transport like loosing your clothes. There is again more than a hint of an individual consciousness to this all. Galactic DNA Month has been a big hit for me. Still no visit from the Japanese girl.

A week goes by and I'm transported just down the street but it's 2243. Of course nothing is quite the same but I'm surprised at how little improvement there is. I'm standing in front of a woman my height, dark brown hair with tan skin and oriental eyes. I give her the same line in strangely corrupted but recognizable English to which her reply is, loosely, "yea right".

Zap to my Bed Room again and she is nude as am I of course. She is more shocked and intimidated than any woman from any place or time to date. She's very hostile and I'm getting nowhere fast.

She makes a break for the front door to leave. This has never happened before and I have no idea what will happen if she is successful. She opens the door and is thrown across the room by an invisible force. She, remarkably, is not hurt and gets up, runs at the open doorway again and is propelled back again. I close the door and say that it doesn't appear that we are going anywhere. She's furious.

I say, "why don't you sit down and lets talk about this."

"There is nothing to talk about. I have heard about you and it's all a myth. You're just some guy trying to get into my shorts."

"Tell me what is going on. I know that changes are taking place in my time."

"They did for quite a while. Folks of Earth even got together to send the Deep Space Manned Probe out sixty years ago. Changes have slowed down and after a few years of messages they were sending back they kept getting more and more infrequent. Folks are beginning to think they were killed and are getting disillusioned."

I tell her about Space Girl and the time dilation problem and that they are just fine, better than fine. Not that she's believing me all that much but she's starting to calm down at least.

"Everybody has been going around in a dream state lately and paying attention to nothing or no one. Even my boyfriend has been so out there that he hasn't paid any attention to me in over a year and I am so passed horny I've forgotten what it is all about any more. It certainly has not improved my attitude ... What the hell. At least I can get a good screw out of it."

She walks back to the Bed Room and flops back on the bed on her back and says, "have at me with your best".

As I approached the bed she begins to slide back into the corner of the bed and as she does I grab the Lynx spread and throw it at her. She jumps, startled and grabs it to herself, still frowning though with signs of being stimulated by the fur. She's now totally engulfed in Sable and Lynx furs.

I begin to press the furs against her and rubbing them over her body and she began to emit low and quiet sighs and moans. She is pinned in the corner on soft sheared Beaver pillows and totally surrounded by furs. I continue rubbing the furs all over her body and begin to fondle her vagina with the Sable. Her low moan increases to an open mouth wailing as she begins to move back and forth against the fondling with intermittent sighing. I then begin to kiss her full mouth and fondling her breasts with the fur as well. She responds with very energetic kissing, consuming me. Her movements in response to the fondling of her vagina are increasing at a rapid rate and I can tell she's near climax. I Increase the overall fur fondling and begin to push the Sable deeper into her vagina. She is now screaming for more and more until she explodes in a massive climax.

After calming down some and with a smile on her face; "Why didn't you screw me?"

"I wanted to get you in the mood. You were far to nervous and apprehensive. Do you still want it?"

"More than ever in my life." Still wrapped in the Lynx I hold her in my arms and begin kissing her again but pulling her closer to my body. She rolls us over and over in the Sable squirming as she does. She's getting very excited and highly stimulated by the furs then swings over on top of me jamming my cock deep into her vagina letting out a scream as she does. She begins to ride me like a horse, increasing in motion as she does. Occasionally she moves up and down slamming her crotch on to my stomach as she does, emitting a grunt. I begin ejaculating and as I do she contracts her vagina and milks the juices from my cock. This continues for quite a while until she starts to get a glazed look in her eyes and she launches into a series of spasmodic contractions and rapid up and down motions gasping and exhaling as she shakes. She suddenly collapses into the Sable.

She lies there quietly gasping for breath face down in the Sable. She gradually begins stroking the Sable and rolls over looking up at me. "Boy the future sure fucks."

I begin fondling her again with Sable over her body and she slowly writhes and begins sighing again. As we're experiencing the last spasms of our second round of climaxes she vanishes and I am left laying there with the last bit of juice running down the side of my cock. You didn't have to be in that big a hurry!!

Tall Space Girl returned and we had another girl this time. She said that "as we travel out from Earth they were finding more humanoids. No other types at all. A few are hostile but most are not and are happy to know they are not alone. Because of our drive system we can't stop and chat. We drop signal/relay buoys along the way. Only lost one to hostile action. The jury is still out on that. Our drive system experienced a 200% upgrade the other day. We are ripping through space at an incredible rate now." It could be that this is what it's all about. A threat from another species, another Galaxy? The slime monsters?

"No little Gray guys?"

"No just US."

I also told her of Future Girl from down the street and she understood her/their predicament.

CHAPTER 4

I finally get to meet "Homespun shawl" woman, Ruth. In many ways she is the most complete woman I have ever meet anywhere any time or from any time. The warmth in my heart for the shawl is explained. I could easily spend the rest of my life with her and realized I am deeply in love with her. I think she is in love with me as well and she stays for two and a half days this time. There's no apparent reason for the added time. Sex with her is very complete and refined. She is very much into fur but it is much more part of her being and is so natural. As natural as breathing. She is very comfortable with me and the house. Very self assured in every way. Ruth is 5'-10", very tall for her time, red hair, blue eyes and a very nice build. She is a Widow of 24. Her husband died in a farming accident when she was just sixteen, right after marriage and before having children. She didn't remarry and continued to live in the same house. She lives outside Philadelphia in an Amish Community.

The two children we have had she gave up to very caring, wealthy and childless families in Philadelphia. Ruth fells the purpose is for them to have as much opportunity as possible and the isolated Amish Community would not provide that.

She told the Elders what was happening to her and they were present when she vanish the third time and returned with a steel Whisk I had given her and no shawl. She left me the shawl that time as a keepsake. They are OK with what she is doing. Gods' will as they put it.

Her job is a Weaver and Baker and she is very valuable to the Community. I really don't want her to leave though and unlike any of the others, we somehow know a short while before she is to leave and can give our goodbyes like it's a visit and that she'll return soon.

I send her back this time with a Red Fox spread. She said things I have given her in the past have survived the journey back. I have a very strong connection with Ruth. On return three minutes has elapsed as usual.

Am I getting older quicker because of this? About a year has transpired now since I think I have been experiencing this phenomenon. Too short a time to know. The relative time differences are negligible. I've been 'out there' in these time bubbles a total of maybe a thousand or so hours tops. I certainly feel fine. Meanwhile my world is subtly and gradually changing. Cigarettes never existed on a commercial scale. Folks live to be 95 on average and many past 100 in good health. Male and Female. No one has been resurrected but a few people I know that were very sick and about to die are healthy as can be now.