My Time

at

Cozy Oaks

Volume 1

THE BEASTMEN EXCHANGE PROGRAM

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A.G. SWALLOWS

My Time at Cozy Oaks

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual or erotic acts in this publication are over the age of 18.

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Copyright © A.G. Swallows 2026

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by an electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

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Cover design by A.G. Swallows

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Character designs by NyxieTheCat and A.G. Swallows

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ISBN  978-1-7636474-1-1

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Published by Midnite Nocturnes, an imprint of Mysterious Void Press.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Note to the reader:

Jesse

I

II

III

Naomi

I

II

III

IV

Meanwhile . . .

The following pages are the recollections of my first day in the little-known beastmen village of Cozy Oaks. Years have passed since that fateful day, but many of my memories are as vivid as if they’d only happened yesterday. A handful of obscure details were taken from my personal collection of notes and journal entries from way back then.

I should also note that there are portions of the book not from my perspective. These sections were gathered from other folks that were able to fill me in on the details (Hi, Naomi!). Now, while I was not present in these situations, the conversations and events have been put together to the best of my ability.

In total, my first stay lasted nine months. If this volume happens to gain traction, more of these memoirs will be published.

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Jesse Thompson

I stood at a large house in the secluded village of Cozy Oaks, unsure if I should knock. I checked again for the address on the paper in my hand; I had to be mistaken. A little cottage was what I was looking for, right? Not a place that could easily accommodate ten people. It wasn’t an extravagant mansion, mind you. To me, the place resembled an oversized cabin. My eyes scoured the paper and then the numbers posted to the side of the door. Yup. It was the correct street number. I placed my duffle bag on the porch and adjusted the backpack slung over my shoulder.

I knocked quietly on the screen door.

The inner door opened slowly after a beat, revealing a tall figure standing in the dim light of the foyer. It was a wolf. Wrapped comfortably in a teal robe no less. I craned my neck upward, not expecting to be greeted eye-level with an ample bosom. The woman was not only tall, she was curvy to the point where I don’t think my arms could have reached around her, not at least without effort. Her amber eyes stood out to me first and locked onto mine after looking me up and down carefully. The expression she wore was one of puzzlement. A human in the village must have been terribly out of place. Her face suddenly lit up in recognition. “Oh! You must be from the Program!” She stepped back slightly, motioning for me to enter with a tilt of her head. “Come in, please. I hope you didn't have too difficult a journey here. I’m Ellie Fischer, your host mother.”

“I’m Jesse, Jesse Thompson. Nice to meet you.”

As soon as I stepped inside she closed the door behind and led me towards a large living space with comfortable looking, floral patterned furniture. A stone fireplace stood out among the wooden walls. In the hearth, a fire crackled, providing a subtle warmth to the room. It reminded me a lot of the lakeside home my grandparents owned. A kind of contemporary look that somehow appeared old-fashioned.

I took in my surroundings. “It's a nice place you have here.”

Ellie smiled warmly at me and nodded her head. Her long, messy brown and gray fur was scattered with black patterns throughout, giving her an almost wild appearance. “Ah yes, thank you! I try to keep things cozy and welcoming for my guests, especially those staying for awhile.” She gestured towards a plush sofa near the fireplace. “Please, set your bags down and make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you something hot to drink? We have tea and coffee. We also orange juice and lemonade.” Her voice was husky, yet soft and calming.

Sitting down on the sofa, I replied, “I wouldn't mind some tea if that's no trouble.”

Ellie walked gracefully over to a wooden cabinet in the kitchen area, her robe and tail swishing about.  She pulled out three teacups and filled the infuser of a nearby floral pot with a bag of loose leaf tea. Shortly after, she added hot water fresh from a kettle sitting to the left of the sink.

While the tea seeped, Ellie turned her attention back to me. “Now then, tell me about yourself. What got you to join in on the exchange program?”

“I've honestly had an interest in beastmen since I was little, particularly wolves; I always thought they were cool,” I said. “And since I'm in my last year of school, I couldn't not sign up.”

Ellie chuckled softly and handed over a the tea, setting her own on a side table. She took a seat across from me on a small rocker and leaned forward slightly, her paws resting on her knees. “That's wonderful to hear! I'm glad to see someone so eager to learn about us.” She picked up her cup and took a sip, closing her eyes briefly in enjoyment. “And your last year of school? You look much too young to be finishing up college.”

“That’s because I’m in my last year of high school right now.”

“Oh really? I thought you had to be enrolled at a university to get in.”

“Usually you do. I started school later than most kids, I was six when I went to kindergarten. I was really sick when I was little—don’t worry I’m better now,” I added hastily at the look of concern Ellie flashed, “so I’m old enough to participate. And I earned enough credits junior year to technically graduate.”

“Technically?”

“Well, it’s not enough to have the credits to graduate from high school, you have to attend at least one math and English class every sitting year. I was told that because of the importance of the Program, I was allowed to sit through a couple weeks of summer school to make up for it.”

Ellie smiled. “I appreciate your dedication.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “More like I was too impatient to wait another year!”

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As I sipped my tea (with a splash of lemon and sugar) and discussed my fascination with the non-human world, Ellie listened attentively the entire time. Her expression becoming even softer as I spoke.

“You know, there may be some aspects of living in a beastman village that you won't fully understand until you experience them first-hand.”

I looked at her curiously. “What kind of things?”

Ellie grinned at the question, little lines formed at the underside of her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. She finished her tea and crossed her legs (I noticed the muscles under the shorter fur of her calves). “Community. It’s not just us wolves in the village. In this little area we also have rabbits, snakes, mice, cows, some birds, and a handful of others. There’s even a settlement of centaurs and horse beastmen that have tacked on in the past few months. We all pitch in to help one another.” She went on to explain in detail, “The birds scout overhead to warn of any dangers regarding any inclement weather or the possibility of incoming forest fires. They also are on the lookout for any non-sapient animals for food, which helps the the hunting parties—mainly wolves and bears.

“The mice and centaurs go out and gather wild fruit and vegetables and any other materials we may need.

“Rabbits—brilliant farmers—typically tend to the crops and manage the livestock.

“And by no means do the species all stick to one particular job. Some rabbits will help with the hunt; some centaurs and horses help with the fields and so on.” Ellie stopped abruptly. “Oh dear, shouldn’t you be writing some of this down?”

I shook my head. “I mean, I have to do a report—for school anyway—but like you said, I’m sure I’ll get to experience and see these things first-hand.”

Ellie nodded, now looking reserved. It was the first time she looked unsure of what to say. Her eyes looked away from me.

“I have a feeling I’m about to get the fine-print of the experiences.”

“Hmm? Oh, no . . . well, maybe,” Ellie answered. “For humans, it may be a bit of a deal breaker. In a minute, I’ll give you a tour of the home, but one thing you’ll notice is that while we have rooms for toilets and sinks, none have tubs or showers.”

“Would that have anything to do with the hot spring I saw on my way in?”

“Yes. It’s quite large so we all use it as a sort of communal bath. Not for just the family, but for everyone.”

“That’s different from where I’m from, for sure.” I could feel a blush creeping up. “But I’m sure I can get used to it. What the heck?”

Ellie’s tail started to thump against the chair. A slight grin crept on her muzzle. “That’s the spirit!”

“Anything else I should know before I get the grand tour?”

She paused. “Yes. There are certain behaviors or rituals specific to a species that may be a little much for humans to see or experience. For example,” she trailed off, looking around the room as if searching for the right words, “as wolves, my partner and I can be rather intimate. It's part of our mating rituals, and it's considered a very important in wolf society. We may also be intimate with other members of the pack as a way of bonding.” Her cheeks flushed slightly as she spoke, but she resumed eye contact with me, looking determined to be open and honest about what lay ahead during my stay with her family. “Additionally, there may be times when we feel compelled to mark each other—which involves getting rather . . . close, not always in private either.”

I felt my cheeks getting warmer. “A-and how do wolves mark their mates?”

Ellie’s voice struggled to remain steady and clear as she explained, “We usually do it by, um, showing them how much we care about them,” she paused, her face was more red now than gray and white, “by rubbing our genitals against their skin, leaving behind our scent. That lets everyone know they belong to us—and vice versa.” She looked at me hesitantly, waiting for my reaction to the rather explicit details.

It was clear from the look on her face and the way her fingers twiddled in her paws that Ellie felt vulnerable sharing something so personal with a human, but she must have believed it was necessary given the nature of the purpose of the stay. “Now that you know what to expect, would you still be willing to continue with this arrangement?”

“I think if you started with that, the hot springs bathing wouldn’t have seemed so intimidated,” I joked, trying to break the tension. But then I gave her my serious answer, “I'm not gonna lie, I've always thought beastmen are attractive. So that won't scare me away. But yeah, I won't be weirded out if you all need to do that while I'm around.”

Ellie's blush deepened further (I didn’t think that was possible, honestly) at my candid response and she looked relieved that I seemed to be taking her revelation in stride. “Good, then. That’s out of the way.” She leaned forward, putting her teacup aside and rested her elbows on her knees as she spoke earnestly. “I do appreciate you being so open-minded. It means a lot.” She paused for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing, “If you don't mind, we could show you how it's done. It might help you better understand our traditions and customs here.”

We?

“I noticed you poured three cups. Is your mate here too?”

Ellie shook her head, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. She still held her gaze. “Not right now, but she should be arriving any minute now.” While Ellie waited for her mate to get in, she seemed to be growing increasingly anxious, despite my acceptance of her species' unique customs.

“Now, you mentioned other pack mates,” I said, deciding to break the lull in conversation, “are they all living here, too?”

She pointed towards the hallway leading to the other parts of the house. “We have quite a few living here. My sons, Finn and Cody, both around your age. Finn has always been quite the explorer and outgoing while Cody tends to follow him around; he can be shy around strangers. They’re probably out right now,” she explained. “Then there's my father-in-law, Richard, who helps manage the household. You can usually find him in his study working on some research or reading a book. Mio’s a relatively recent addition to the pack, she’s a cute little thing, spends a lot of time sleeping and drawing.” She stopped and gazed upward, like she was looking through the ceiling with x-ray vision. “And then there's . . . well, let's just say we have another male member of the household who might catch your attention. It happens a lot.”

I raised an eyebrow, interest piqued.

“He's quite handsome,” Ellie stated, swooning a little, “has a very charismatic presence, and has quite the reputation when it comes to dating around here.” Ellie lowered her voice for the juicier gossip, “But please keep in mind that he has a preference for men without the commitment of a relationship. His name’s Randy, no surprise there.”

“Appreciate the heads-up.” I leaned to Ellie, and, feeling like I could be myself, whispered back, “Having some eye candy around isn't the worst thing, is it?”

Ellie giggled. “Not at all!”

The front door opened. Ellie's mate had finally arrived. A taller, slender wolf with long silver hair and pale white fur that contrasted starkly with Ellie's gray and brown stepped into the room.

My gaze went back and forth from Ellie and her mate and my heart started to race. They were both gorgeous.

Ellie's mate approached and wrapped her arms around the sitting beastman’s shoulders, greeting warmly as she looked at me curiously. “Oh, so we have two humans here?”

“Two?” Ellie said.

“Yeah, a pretty little thing hanging out with the centaurs,” Ellie’s mate elaborated. “I thought she may have been our guest out for a wander. Guess not?”

Ellie took the opportunity to introduce us, “This is my mate, Nikki.” She added, looking at me with a smile, “This is Jesse. He’ll be the one staying with us.”

Nikki, still in the embrace of her mate, gave me a friendly nod and extended a paw. I took it and tried not to stare as Ellie nuzzled her face into the white wolf’s stomach, so I met Nikki’s eyes and shyly greeted her.

The air in the room grew tense briefly as Ellie and Nikki exchanged a glance and communicated with subtle gestures.

Ellie then turned to me. “It's okay to look away if you feel more comfortable doing so.

Nikki offered a wry grin, adding, “But don’t be compelled to. I don’t mind an audience.” She winked. Ellie gave her a light tap to the thigh.

“Sorry, I'm just not used to seeing that kind of PDA up close. I don't mean any disrespect.”

Ellie spoke up, her voice still gentle and soothing, “There's no need to apologize. It’s all new to you.”

I felt the heat return to my face. “I'll get used to it. You're both quite pretty, so it'll be easy at least.” I surprised myself with that admission.

Ellie and Nikki both smiled at the comment, clearly pleased by my response. Ellie stood up to peck Nikki's cheek before replying, “Thank you for that.” She then gave her a full kiss. The white wolf opened one eye to look at me. Her lips turned up.

They pulled apart from their embrace and the silver-maned wolf knelt down in front of me. A pleasurable shiver traveled up my spine as she hugged me.

I can definitely get used to this.

Nikki whispered, “It's nice to have a human around who isn't afraid to witness our connection.” She gave a gentle squeeze before returning to her attention back to her mate, fingers delicately tracing patterns across Ellie's chest.

My eyes fixated on Nikki's claws dancing over Ellie's supple breasts. “This is very educational.”

Ellie and Nikki shared a knowing grin.

“It's important for us to show you all aspects of our life,” Ellie said, her voice suddenly very sultry. “This way, you’ll gain a better understanding of our pack and how we express love and closeness.”

I nodded dumbly, heart racing, saying the only thing I could think of in the moment, “Thank you for letting me watch.” Corny, but truthful.

Ellie reached down to gently cradle my face with her paw, looking into my eyes with a tender expression. Nikki leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “We're glad that you find this so intriguing.”

I shuddered in pleasure at their touch.

Ellie must have noticed the subtle tremors running through my body as her paw moved to gently stroke my side. All the while Nikki continued whispering sweet nothings, her voice now teasing and provocative. Nikki's paw slipped to the sash of Ellie's robe, pulling it loose. She brushed the thick fabric aside, exposing one of her mate’s breasts and then cupped it. Her thumb lightly grazed over the sensitive nipple. Nikki looked me over with a mischievous grin, her eyes filled to the brim with desire and anticipation.

Amber eyes flashed as Ellie watched me taking in the sight of her bare breast with obvious excitement. She leaned forward, offering it to be touched, to be tasted if I so wished.

Nikki's free paw moved down to the button of my pants, unfastening it slowly. As soon as it and the fly were undone, she pulled them, along with my boxers, down, revealing my excitement. The women shared another moment of silent communication, then Nikki began to suckle on Ellie's breast while also playing with my cock. “Mmm, delicious . . .”

“Ooh . . . that feels so good,” I gasped and let out a moan. Hesitantly, I reached out and grabbed Ellie’s breast while watching Nikki continue to suckle. “Your fur is so soft.”

Nikki removed her mouth from the obsidian nub, allowing me some space. I obliged and moved in, letting my tongue dab alongside Nikki’s.

The white wolf found the opportunity to break free and knelt down at my member and took it swiftly into her mouth, swirling her tongue around its tip before deepthroating it fully. She used her paws to massage my balls, adding extra stimulation. She released me just long enough to say, “He's enjoying this, isn't he?” before going down on it again, bobbing her head rhythmically.

“Would you all believe that this is my first time for anything like this?” I said, eyes rolling back. I reached around Ellie’s waist.

Ellie chuckled softly at the confession, running her paw through my hair. She trembled at Nikki's fingers moving between her legs, pushing her panties aside so that she could get better access to her entrance. While Nikki prepared to insert a digit, Ellie said reassuringly, “It's alright, sweetie. We’ll take things slow for you.”

My mind was in a daze at that point. “S-should we mark each other?”

It was Nikki that responded, “Marking? Yes, we should.” Her voice dripped with eagerness and lust.

Ellie widened her stance. She put her paws on my shoulders and eased me down to my knees. Nikki did her part by slipping her mate’s panties down her thighs. Ellie brought my face to her sex, allowing me to breathe in her scent. She began rolling her hips, leaving wet smears behind as she marked me with her pheromones.

Nikki watched while biting her lip, drinking up the sight. “There! He's been marked now,” she announced proudly.

“Normally, we don’t go this far. Any other body part will do. But this is a special occasion,” Ellie cooed and moved her groin away from me. She started to pant. “Best not to get too worked up so soon.”

Nikki chuckled. “We may have tiptoed over that line, but kid, while you’re down there . . .”

Head swimming, I turned around to see the white wolf sitting in the spot I’d previously taken, shorts around her ankles, knees pointed out. She was equally aroused, revealing and spreading her own beautiful furred pussy. With an inviting grin, she leaned back against the the cushions. “Please enjoy me, too.”

On my own accord this time, I crawled to the woman and buried my face into her warmth. Nikki drew in a breath and raised her legs. She grabbed the back of my head and ground herself rougher than her mate. Unlike the moment with Ellie, I used my tongue to lap up her juices (I almost didn’t have a choice, the woman was overflowing!).

Somewhere in my reverie, Ellie had crept up behind and grabbed my cock and tucked it back between my legs to face her. Her cold nose touched the head. “Mmm . . . I can smell you on him.” She kissed the tip and rubbed her muzzle against it. Ellie never took it fully into her mouth, only going so far as to lick it and rub her lips down the shaft.

I regrettably pulled back from my second host mom once Ellie finished ensuring my scent was firmly in place. I gazed adoringly at Nikki. “How’s that? Are we marked up?”

A sly grin reappeared on her face. “I think so.”

“I think this was a very successful first day for the Exchange Program,” I said.

“Oh, Hon,” Ellie spoke from behind, “we’re not even an hour into your first day.”

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[Holy shit! I know you told me your first day was eventful, but goddamn! I’m dripping wet here!]

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[Thank you for that input, Naomi. Very much appreciated.]

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[You love it.]