From the Writer's Desk of the Catboi{H}.

In a specific place in the universe, in a galaxy much like our own, there is a planet 90 million miles from a medium sized star. It is temperate, like our own, with extremes at the poles. The peoples that inhabit this world are varied, with humans and anthros co-existing peacefully. There are only two genders on this world. The males would be what we would call cuntboys, males with vaginas. The females are what we know and love as futas, females with both a vagina and a cock with a set of, very potent, balls. On average these futas are well endowed, and this varies with species as well. Males are less common, with only a 1 in 100 chance that a birth results in a male. Females can breed with other females and of course they can breed with males, it is truly a matter of personal preference. Society itself is relaxed when it comes to public indecency and often times, especially in bigger cities, performances are more ‘graded’ than frowned upon.

The stories that follow take place on this world, a world I have entitled Yurpinus, pronounced Yerp-in-us. Society and technology have not progressed as far as Earth has, but instead is similar to a more medieval time. Regions have kingdoms, which are ruled by a Queen and usually her Prince or Princess. There are courts of law and justices of the peace. Running water and electricity do exist, however those are in cities only, with many rural areas relying more on wells. It is a matriarchal society where rule passes from mother to daughter. It is also relatively peaceful, with so much focus on sex rather than war, due to both genders having an increased libido compared to humans on Earth. The first story that follows will include futas on cuntboys, with other unions also possibly happening. I hope you enjoy. Tags are included per chapter.

Jaden Kort sat in the back of a covered wagon, hands bound at the wrists behind him, ankles also bound preventing him from moving about. The smell of dirt and dust, mingled with those of hay and barley filled his nostrils. He hated being out of the main city. The city had things to do, shops to go to; smiths where he could ogle those strong horse women, with their huge forearms working gallows, forging tools that others needed; bakers, the very voluptuous and curvy women who often added their own personal touches to make the creamiest of treats; and even whorehouses where some of the more veteran workers, both male and female, liked his brazenness and he could usually get a vigorous lick on the house, everything he thought he needed.

Yet Jaden wasn’t usually one to pay for such enjoyments, at least if he could help it. Paying required money, and as he usually had none, the lithe male resorted to other, less lawful ways of obtaining his food. Jaden was a jackal, toned, about 5’8” from the tops of his long ears down to his feet. His coat was a soft black, and when he cared for it, (when he could bathe) it gleamed nice and shiny. He had a bath usually twice a year, which seemed enough for him. Most of the time, his coat was duller, matted down by dirt and grime and the filth of living in the streets.

He thought he had it easy; ogle, get a few rolls in the hay, and then the good old fashioned five finger discount for his food. Except it hadn’t been that easy, at least the last time he tried to swipe one of the butcher’s fresh cuts. The steel eyed woman had immediately called the sheriff, and being the only jackal in that part of the city, he was soon caught. He sweet talked and charmed the sheriff, even tried to lick her off, but the woman wouldn’t have any of it, and took him to the justice of the peace. He was given the choice, jail cell for a few years, or working a year on Miss Selena Ricardo’s farm a day’s ride out of town. He immediately picked jail, and the justice of the peace gave him a smirk and then sentenced him to the year on the farm.

Now, the jackal coughed as he bounced in that wagon, grumbling to himself about how much he hated where he was at. It was late in the evening when the rancid smell of manure hit his nose, and he couldn’t even do anything to relieve himself from the smell, as his hands were bound. The two city guards assigned to escort him pulled him out of the wagon, untied his ankles and then slipped a length of rope about his neck. “Prisoner, you are hereby sentenced to a year of work on Miss Ricardo’s farm.” the one guard said, before tugging Jaden around and he beheld Miss Ricardo walking towards him. Immediately his jaw dropped and then he closed it, managing not to drool despite the urge to do so. Instead he just stayed silent as she approached.

Miss Selena Ricardo was not just your average wolfess. She was tall, strong, with years of working on her farm giving her a very sculpted physique. Her stomach was flat, taut with a solid eight pac

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