It was her boots that caught his eye.

She wore a flirty sundress and Army-regulation tanker boots. Rather than laces or zippers, they were closed by a long strap of leather that spiraled around her calf up to a buckle near the top.

Tanker boots had a special significance to Jacob. In Kuwait during the first Gulf War, frustration with an especially ill-fitting pair led him to discover his ability to manipulate leather with his thoughts. Jacob was a leathermancer.

It was the first really nice day of spring, in an upstate NY lakefront park. As usual, winter had been long, cold and gray. So, on the first warm, sunny day, Jacob and seemingly everyone else went to the park. No one paid any attention to the older-seeming gent behind the salt, pepper and cayenne beard, glasses, and Greek fisherman's cap, as he pretended to read the paper on the bench.

What he was really doing was playing with other people's leather. The guy in the suit's new oxfords were pinching, so Jacob made them a little softer. The kid in the leather hi-tops would have blisters by the end of the day, so he made them fit better. He was limited by physics - he couldn't make leather with his mind, or destroy it, but he could change its shape and texture. He could also work other materials, but leather was always easiest.

Then he saw the girl in the tanker boots. She was a medium height brunette, average in looks, and maybe 25 or so in age. Then she looked at something behind Jacob, and he was entranced by the vivid ocean-blue eyes framed by her dark wavy hair.

Jacob decided he had to do something special for her. Luckily, her Army-issue boots gave him plenty of leather to work with. Most women's boots are made of thin flimsy leather that gave him few options.

He decided to fix the rubber sole first, since it would take more of his energy. He stared at the low, blocky heels, and pictured a tapered three-inchers instead. Then, he reached into the back of his brain, gathered up some energy, and willed the heels of her boots to look like the picture in his mind's eye.

The woman let out a little squeak as she was suddenly lifted two inches higher. Jacob smiled behind his paper, and started the next step. He grabbed the tops of her boots with his mind, and pulled them up. When he stopped, her legs were wrapped in perfectly fitting, soft black calfskin leather from toe to mid thigh. The spiral strap wrapped around, making the leather conform to her every curve. She yelped, and looked around wildly, as if making sure no one saw what just happened.

Jacob buried his eyes in his paper, glancing up after a minute to guage her reaction. She was looking down, prancing around a little bit, plainly admiring his work. She should be freaking. Boots don't just change by themselves! A bit miffed that his practical joke had not worked the way he hoped, Jacob decided to try something he had never done before.

He reached out with his mind, grabbed some of the extra weight she carried around her waist, mentally divided it into four pieces, and pulled it down. She started to screech in pain, then clamped her mouth shut and grabbed onto a light pole for balance. He continued to pull the adipose tissue down until they were where he wanted them, then converted their mass to muscle and bone. Her legs were now about three inches longer, and her waist noticably thinner. He took a little more tissue, and this time dragged it upwards. He didn't make her small breasts much larger, just rounder and firmer, and added enough connective tissue to keep them that way through the years. Then, with a light touch, he toned and firmed her body, adding strength, yet leaving enough softness to keep her curves. With the last of his power, he tailored her dress to fit her perfectly.

He slumped on his bench as she ran towards the parking lot. She stumbled the first few steps, unsure on her new legs, then ran with the grace of a gazelle despite the heels. He watched her until her could no longer see her, then folded his paper and walked home.

A few weeks later, he was back on his bench, pretending to read the paper and playing with other people's leather. A harried mother was attempting to herd four whining kids towards the park exit. The narrow strap of her heavy purse was cutting into her shoulder, so he reached out with his power and widened it. He couldn't do anything about the kids, but he could remove one source of irritation from her day.

He got up, folded his paper, and turned to walk home, only to find his way blocked by an attractive young woman - the one he had changed back in the spring.

She was wearing the thigh high tanker boots over snug white jeans, with a dark blue shirt that perfectly matched her eyes. Most off-the-rack clothing was to snug here, or too loose there, but her jeans and top looked like they were custom made to her measurements.

"I wanted to thank you for the boots," she said.

"How did you know it was me?"

"I'm a witch. Once we knew to look, my sisters and I found traces of your work all over town. Still, I wish you had stopped with the boots. I mean, I like looking like this, but..." She
trailed off as another woman walked up next to her. A Nordic beauty, she had hair like sunlight and eyes like the sky.

"We've learned a lot from examining your work," said the blonde, but you should have stuck to being a magical cobbler."

A rich, throaty voice said behind him. "Magic must never be used on another person without their consent, except in cases of self-defense or defense of another. This law may not be broken without going unpunished." He turned around to see a woman with skin like sunshine on mahogany, standing tall and proud like a Nubian princess. He looked around, and saw that he was being surrounded by women, all of them gorgeous, and all deadly serious.

The last one to arrive had white hair and a young face. Traces of crow's feet and laugh lines were the only indications of her age. She said, "We are the sisters of the Cayuga Lake Circle of Witches. We are, in number, twelve. We are one sister short of a coven." She had accent he couldn't place. European, he thought.

"Had you not used magic on our sister, we probably would have befriended you, to teach and learn what we may from you. Now that choice is taken from us. Your life is forfeit to the Goddess! What she will do with it, I do not know. Pray she is merciful!"

With that, he felt a surge of power from all around him. The witches were passing their energy to their priestess. He had never considered the possibility of other magic users, and had never given any thought to magical defenses. The priestess guided the combined flows of eleven witches plus her own at him. It brushed past his feeble shielding attempt like it was tissue paper, and struck him full on the chest. He was surrounded, trapped by its power. He tried to scream, but his vocal chords were instantly paralyzed. He tried to run, but fell first to his knees, then onto all fours.

The power gathered at the crown of his skull and went downwards, remolding it as it went. He could feel it forcing him into a new shape, as he did with leather, as he had to the stormy-eyed girl.

He felt his eyeballs sag as his facial bones shifted, then they grew to fill the larger voids in his skull. His teeth fell out. He could see them, with their old silver fillings lying on the ground in front of him. Smaller ones grew back in their place. Still, the power crept downward.

His shoulders, once the broad, powerful shoulders of a soldier but diminished by age, grew narrower still. His ribcage followed it, popping and creaking as the bones found their new places. Still, the power crept downward.

He could see it now changing his arms, smoothing away the roughness of age. His gray arm hairs fell out and were replaced with fine downy ones. His chest felt odd, weighty, almost like the pecs he had in his Army years, but not. He looked down between his arms, and saw soft, rounded shapes growing there, hanging downwards. He realized what the Goddess's punishment was. She was taking his life, and giving him a new one. Still, the power crept downwards.

He felt abdominal his organs shift as his waist contracted and his hips swelled outwards. A mass of red hair, the color of his in his youth, spilled down around his neck, and he lost sight of what was going on. Still, the power crept downwards.

He almost vomited when it reached his crotch. His testicles were being drawn up into his abdomen, squeezing through openings smaller than they were. He fell the rest of the way to the cool grass, nauseated from the pain. He could feel them move up through his abdomen to take positions a few inches below and to either side of his navel. Due to the pain, he hadn't feel the other changes down there. And still the power crept downwards.

She felt his legs shift, his feet shrink, and then it was over. Where a middle aged man had stood, a young woman lay, breath heaving. She slowly becoming aware of the little things. The feeling of her arm pressing on her breasts. The way her legs felt, lying close together without squeezing the boys. The tightness of her men's pants around her hips, and the bagginess of her t-shirt.

She rolled over into a sitting position, and a small Asian woman, radiating elegance, said, "Let me help you with that." With a surge of power, she reshaped Jacob's worn, poorly fitted men's clothing into new woman's wear, even remembering to flip the fly and button of her jeans onto the other side. There was no denying she was braless under her knit cami top, and chunky heeled Red Wing work boots came up to just below her knees. "Oh, I almost forgot!" she said, and Jacob's briefs rearranged themselves into panties.

Desparate for some vestige of her former life, she reached into her back pocket and fumbled for her wallet. On her license, a young, red-headed woman named Jackie stared back at her. Her date of birth was January, 1991, when Jacob had been in Kuwait.

The priestess said, "Help her to her feet. It is the Summer Solstice, and it appears we have a new sister to initiate tonight."

User:Triskelelynx\Leathermancer

2013-04-26T22:34:40Z

Triskelelynx:

User:Triskelelynx\Leathermancer

2013-04-26T22:23:03Z

Triskelelynx: 1st draft, beginning

User:Triskelelynx

2013-04-26T20:50:01Z

Triskelelynx: new story

Hi. I created an account some months back under the name "Triskelynx," and submitted a story, but now I can't find it. Anyway: here's a sequel to it:

[[Old Time Religion 2: Lord of the Forest]]

:It was probably lost in the great crash. Sorry for the loss, but there is nothing we can do - the hard drives themselves went belly-up and we were unable to recover the data - as the best backups were stored in that non-mirrored, linear raid array, we had to use a second-best. Which was several years old. We've now got a much better backup system running and if we happen to have another crash like that we won't lose more than a weeks worth of information. -- [[User:ShadowWolf|ShadowWolf]] 02:42, 3 December 2011 (UTC)

This is a story I posted on TF-Media:

[[Cougar Town]]

Something new I'm working on:

[[Flight /Chapter 1]]

[[Leathermancer]]. (transformation of inanimate, TG)

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User:Triskelelynx\Flight Chapter 1

2012-07-25T22:42:01Z

Triskelelynx:

Shay was sprawled on the grass of a woodland clearing, naked except for her boots and covered with blood. She had been hiking in the Rocky Mountains, when she had been assaulted by three men. She gave a good fight, landing some solid blows, but in the end had been overcome. As the other two pinned her to the ground, the leader cut off her clothing. Now, at least two of them were dead. The leader's corpse lay across her legs, decapitated by something too fast and too vast for her fear- and adrenalin-soaked brain to comprehend. One of his henchmen hung halfway up a tall fir tree, with a broken branch protruding from his throat. She didn't know what happened to the other one, but by the sound of his scream as he disappeared, she didn't really want to.

All she had was an impression of vast wings, and teeth as long as the the headless man's hunting knife.

It was the third day of her vacation. Two weeks in the woods to restore her soul before she had to go back and deal with the irate customers and her supervisor's cutting sarcasm. Being assaulted and nearly gang-raped didn't exactly restore her faith in humanity.

Something large and dark flashed in the corner of her vision. A rush of air and a booming of large wings in the clearing behind her made her turn around.

It took a few seconds for her brain to process what her eyes were seeing. Wings as large as her uncle's Cessna attached to a body similar in proportion. A long neck like a greyhound's supported a lizard-like head. And, yet, despite it's size, it exuded a predator's lethal grace, much like the orcas she had seen the previous summer. It even had similar coloring, dark grey above, and pale below.

''Do not be afraid'' The words seem to echo inside her skull. She shook her head.

Two golden volleyball-sized eyes regarded her through slit pupils. Below them was a long snout. It was closed, but Shay was sure the teeth were in proportion to the claws.

''I won't hurt you. Do not be afraid.''

"Wh-wha ..." she stammerred. "You - you're a ..."

''A dragon, yes. But you do not need to be afraid. I will not hurt you.''

Shay sat, stunned, wondering if she should grab the dead man's knife. Not that it would do much good against such a large predator.

''Apologies for the mess. There is a stream at the bottom of the hill, if you wish to clean yourself. After that, you are free to go. Or stay, for that matter. I'd welcome someone to converse with. All I ask is your word not to reveal my existence.''

Glad of the excuse to get away, Shay scrambled down the ravine and washed the blood off her as best she could with the frigid water. She thought about making a break for it, using the ravine and overhanging trees to escape. Her pack was still up in the clearing with the dragon. Could she survive, without food, clothing or shelter? Even in summer, the mountain nights could be frigid.

She scrambled up to the clearing. The dragon was still there, waiting. "Um, okay, I promise not to tell anyone you exist, unless you are going to hurt me, my family, or friends."

''Acceptable, I will not hurt you or your kin, except in defense of myself, or of one whom I deem worthy and needful of defense.''

Shay retrieved her pack, then looked at her rescuer. "I had always thought dragons were a myth," she said.

''Centuries ago, we retreated deep into the wild lands, to avoid your kind, to survive. As far as I know, I am the last.''

"You must be lonely!"

''I am.''

"Promise you won't eat me?"

''By the shards of my mother's egg, I do so vow.''

"Then I'll stay with you tonight. I'll need shelter anyway. It looks like my tent is ruined."

''You are welcome to share my cave.''

They walked back to his den. Shay didn't bother getting new clothes out of her pack, enjoying the feel of the warn sun and cool air on her skin. They conversed long into the night, and Shay realized that the dragon was as intelligent and articulate as any human she had known. By the light of the setting moon, she unpacked her bedroll and curled up to sleep, feeling safe and protected by her fierce companion.

2011-12-03T19:25:18Z

Triskelelynx: categorize

No matter how many times I checked my math, the answer came out the same.

I had flunked my Calculus II mid-term exam so badly that, even if I got straight 100s for the rest of the semester, my final grade would not be high enough to keep my scholarship. Without it, there was no way my family could pay my tuition at a private liberal arts college like Murchison U.

My roommate heard me groan, and asked what was wrong. I explained, and he let out a low whistle.

“That’s a serious bummer!” he said. “What are you going to do?”

“Transfer to State, I guess.”

“Damn. You‘ve been a good roommate.” He went back to studying, then a few minutes later said, “You need a cougar.”

“A what?”

“A cougar. A rich woman to pay your bills. The female equivalent of a sugar daddy.”

“Oh, stop it!" I yelled, "You want me to prostitute myself to pay for college? That's just wrong! And besides, how the heck could I attract a woman like that?” I was after all, a scrawny, somewhat nerdy engineering major.

He just smiled and went back to his reading, A few days later, he flashed me a big grin and showed me an ad on Craigslist. “Cougar wanted,” it said. “Nice but shy SWM, NS, college student seeks sugar mommy for …” I didn’t bother reading the rest. "Come one!” I said. “Did you place that ad?”

“Yep! And you have a response already!”

It took him a few days to convince me to let him reply for me. The next day, he told me that I had a lunch date Saturday at a Riverwalk café. I almost didn’t go, but I figured, what did I have to lose? If it didn’t go well, I’d be out a few dollars for lunch and the bus fare.

And that is how I met Ashley. I was wearing my best jeans, a halfway decent button-down shirt, and a tie. I was a few minutes late. I’d like to say it was because I missed a bus connection, but it was mostly because I had trouble getting the knot in my tie right.

I walked down the steps from street level to the Riverwalk and saw a slender woman sitting at a table set for two. She had her back to me, so my first impression was dirty blond hair gathered in a sliver clip at neck level, and hanging about halfway down the back of her white silk blouse. She was wearing a denim skirt just barely too short and tight for modesty, and high, snug-fitting cowboy boots.

I walked up to the table, and she smiled up at me. “Are you Jake?” she asked. Her turquoise pendant matched the color of her eyes. She was somewhere in her mid-thirties, and very attractive, but not quite gorgeous. That was a relief. I always get awkward and tongue-tied around beautiful women. “Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

“Then, have a seat. And lose the tie,” she said. “And don’t call me ma’am.” To be honest, I was glad she told me to take the tie off. I hated wearing ties. To me, ties are like inverted nooses. Also, it was getting rather warm in the sun. We spent a while in small talk, and then the waiter came over. She ordered for me, something Italian sounding and a glass of wine. I started to say that I was under 21, but she silenced me with a look. The waiter certainly looked like he wasn’t going to ask any questions.

The meal was delicious. It was a mixture of fresh vegetables, pasta and steak in a red sauce. Not a jar sauce you’d buy down in the HEB supermarket, but a sauce made from freshly diced tomatoes, herbs and red wine. We chatted some more while finishing out meals. After the waiter cleared the plates, her demeanor changed. Suddenly all business, she asked, “So, Jake, what do you want from me?”

Instantly, a cat got my tongue. I had no idea what to say. Eventually, I managed to tell her the story about failing my Calc mid-term, losing my scholarship and my roommate’s solution.

“So, you’re looking for someone to pay your way through college,” she said.

“I don’t know what I’m looking for, ma’am. It‘s just that I like Murch U., and I want to finish my degree there, and I don‘t know how to pay for it. When Scott said he‘d set up a date for me, I figured I could always say no if I felt uncomfortable about it. The worst I would be out an afternoon and the price of my lunch.”

“What’s Scott’s phone number?” she asked, pulling a high-end smartphone from her purse. I told her, and she called him. First, she verified that Scott had indeed placed the Craigslist ad and set me up. Then, it sounded like she was checking a job candidate’s references. She thanked Scott, put her phone in her purse, then looked at me for several long, awkward minutes.

“I’m actually a Murch alumna, class of ‘89, so I understand why you’d want to stay. I like you, Jake. I’ll tell you what. You’re tuition is paid through the end of the semester, right? Let’s consider that a probationary period. If we get along, and you work hard for me, and pull up your math grade as best you can, I’ll think about sponsoring you for the fall semester. In return, I’ll require your company once or twice a week as my personal assistant. If it doesn‘t work out, well, I know someone in the Admissions Office at State.”

So, that is how it started. Once or twice a week or so, I helped her out. I set up A/V equipment at her business meetings, provided company for dinner, ran errands for her, and was her general all-around gofer. The one thing I was both hoping for and afraid of never happened. She never invited me to her bedroom. In fact, she only touched me a handful of times, and never flirted or even hinted at sex.

She called me into her office after finals were over. She said, “You know, you’ve been a good worker. I’m not sure I’d have gotten the Boerne contract without you. Also, I talked to Dr. Drake, and he said you managed to pull off a B-. He was impressed, given your midterm grade. So, it seems like you fulfilled your part of our bargain. Now, whatever you decide about college, I’d like to keep you on for next year. Do you still want to go to Murch next year?”

I nodded my head yes. “Good” She put a piece of paper in front of me. “This is a contract. It says that I will pay your tuition for the fall semester. In return, you agree to work as my personal assistant. You will also maintain a B average, and add a minor in business administration to your engineering classes. Also, within ten years of graduation, you will find a student in a similar position to yourself, and help them as I will be helping you. If you do not satisfy these terms, you will repay me. Is that acceptable?”

“Um, do you have a pen I could use?” I signed the contract, and she signed her name beside mine. Then, she pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. Inside was a check for the fall semester’s tuition, minus what financial aid I had managed to keep.

“You’ll still be responsible for room, board and fees,” she said. I wasn’t about to complain. “Now, one other thing. If you are going to be my assistant next year, you’ll need more reliable transportation than the bus or your bike.” She handed me another envelope. Inside it were a set of keys, and the title, registration and insurance for a five year old Civic. “Consider it your bonus for helping me get that contract. I assume you can drive a manual? No? Well then, I’ll just have to teach you!” We spent the rest of the afternoon in the car, learning how to drive it.

My parents were not at all happy about the deal. They thought Ashley was using me for something. They didn't know what, but they didn't trust her motives. They also didn’t like the fact that I would be with an older woman. It didn't matter that I said we'd never had sex. In the end, though, I convinced them that a deal was a deal, and I couldn’t back out.

The fall semester passed much like the end of the previous spring, with me as her gofer and A/V squad, as well as occasional dinner dates and other non-work occasions. I learned a lot that I would never have learned at the university: how to read people, how to read a legal document, how to cook, how to choose a good wine, how to dress well. It was quite an education.

I also helped out once in a while at her ranch in the hill country, clearing brush or restoring the old stone ranch house. She was trying to exterminate invasive salt cedar from her ranch, and it was a lot of hard work. One day, I looked down at some ground still damp from the rain a few days before, and saw what appeared to be a big cat track. She said it was a bobcat. I wasn’t so sure. It looked awfully big.

I went to the Army/Navy store the next day and bought a Ka-Bar. I knew I wouldn’t need it for a bobcat, and it wouldn’t help against a puma. Still, carrying it made me feel better when we were clearing brush. It made her laugh.

As I got to know her, I occasionally caught glimpses behind the facade she showed the world. She wasn't the strong, independent, self-sufficient businesswoman she liked people to think she was. Every once in a while, she'd see a happy couple, and a lonely, wistful look would come over her face for just an instant. Once in a great while, she'd start flirt with me, stop suddenly and deny it ever happened.

The weeks turned into months. We renewed our contract for the spring semester. My parents still didn’t like it. They did come up for Parent’s weekend to meet Ashley. She must have made a good impression, because their disapproval faded after that.

Shortly after Spring Break, she said she had arranged a summer internship for me with a friend’s engineering company. I said, “Thanks, that’s great, but where will I stay? The dorms will be closed, and my parents live too far away to commute.”

“You can stay with me.”

And that’s how I ended up at her ranch one night in late May. After a wonderful dinner that we had cooked together, and more wine than I was used to, she started getting all flirty with me. I expected her to stop like always, but she didn't. Coming off the stress of final exams, I suppose I was more susceptible to seduction. One thing led to the next, and, the next thing I knew, I was flat on my back on her four-post bed, buck naked. The old floor-to-ceiling doors were open, and the curtains fluttered in the breeze. She was kneeling over me, naked and half-illuminated by the full moon’s light and candlelight, saying, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,“ I said. Get a 20 year guy old somewhat drunk and very hot and bothered, and he’ll say yes to just about anything a good looking woman asks.

She took one of my hands, and stretched it up over my head. With her other hand, she felt under her pillow, and pulled out a leather wrist cuff on a strap. She fastened it around my wrist, then did the same with my other arm. She did the same thing with my ankles. She then straddled my thighs and wrapped both hands around my cock. “Comfy?” she asked as she kneaded with her strong fingers. I was too distracted to reply with anything but a low moan.

She dug her nails into the tender skin along the underside of my cock. I gasped. I was about to complain, but rather than deflating, I had never been harder. She raised herself up onto her knees, shifted a bit, then impaled herself on me. She was hot, wet and tight. Hotter and tighter than anyone I had ever been with before. Not that I was very experienced.

I moaned again and closed my eyes. She lifted up again, and something sharp dragged against the top of my cock as she did so. I instantly sat up, or would have if my arms hadn’t been strapped down. “What the fuck!” I yelled as I looked down. Two thin scratches ran the length of my cock, with beads of blood forming. “Why the heck did you do that? Let me go!”

“I’m afraid I can’t, Jake. Not anymore. If I did, I’d have to kill you. And I like you too much to do that.”

She sank back down, and her vaginal wetness stung in the scratches. “You see, Jake,” she said as she leaned forward, the candles on the nightstands shining on her face, “I’m not exactly human, and soon you won’t be either.”

As she said this, her irises changed from pale blue to green-flecked gold. The changes progressed outwards from there. Her eyelids turned black, and the outer corners shifted upwards. Her nose grew broader, then longer as her upper lip became fleshier and her jaws extended. Her ears became thin, pointed, and migrated back and up. She sat up again, and her breasts shrank until they were mostly nipple. Two rows of dark spots appeared below them, then grew into additional nipples.

She sat there for a moment, with her hands resting on my belly. Each finger ended in a sharp, hooked claw.

“I’m a shape shifter, a were-cougar. And now you will be too. It’s transmitted by exchange of bodily fluids. I could have bitten you, but I thought this would be more … fun. With my vashinal wetnesh in your bloodshtream, you will be a were-cougar, thoo!” She laughed, showing off long fangs and sharp incisors.

“You know, I wash thinking abouth thath Craigthlith ad.” Her diction was becoming slurred as her mouth became more and more catlike. “You really shoulth be carefull whath you athk for, jutht in cathe you geth ith!” By this time, he body was covered in pale brown fur, and her internal temperature became even hotter.

My mind was torn. I wanted to rip out the straps and run. I wanted her to keep fucking me. I didn’t want to come and release the only control I had left. I couldn’t wait until I did. I was on the edge of panic when I finally orgasmed, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside what was now almost entirely a cougar. Only a few faint vestiges of humanity were still visible - fingers on her front paws, and a deeper brainpan than normal for a feline. She lay down on me and pushed her nose into my face. Her tail flicked between my ankles. Her whiskers tickled as she rubbed her cheeks on mine.

“Scent marking me, claiming me as yours? I asked. She lifted her head, and nodded. All of a sudden, I had to laugh. She tilted her head as if to ask, “What?”

“I just came in a pussy pussy!” She crinkled her nose at me, and proceeded to lick my face with her very rough tongue.

The next morning, I woke up with my cock in something hot, wet and vibrating. It took me a minute to realize what was going on - the most incredible blowjob I’d ever gotten. She was purring! Between that and the incredible things her coarse tongue did to me, I quickly exploded into her mouth. She cleaned me off with her tong, then licked her lips. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized I wasn’t tied down anymore.

“There is a serious advantage to being one of the smaller cats,” she said. “Lions and tigers and leopards get all the press, but they can’t give purr jobs! Come on, breakfast is ready. Let’s eat while I explain.”

Breakfast was delicious, as usual. As we ate, she told me that she had been an ROTC cadet until she was diagnosed with advanced hepatitis during her sophomore year. She lost her ROTC scholarship, and would have had to withdraw from Murch hadn’t one of her doctors taken her under his wing. Soon after, she let him seduce her, only to find herself being forced by a cougar. He was apologetic after, and taught her how to control her inner beast, but she never again let her guard down around him. And, until the previous night, had restricted herself to a few one-night stands with other were-folk.

“You know,” she said, “I wasn’t joking last night. When I said I’d have to kill you. It’s one of the few laws all weres have in common. Anyone who knows we exist must become one of us, or die. Had I let you go, we’d both be hunted down and killed.”

She stopped spreading jam on her toast and put it down. “I’m sorry, Jake, truly I am. It’s just that I’ve been so alone. I can’t undo what I did to you last night. I wish I could have given you a choice.” I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

After that, we went our separate ways to work: me to my internship, her to her office. Afterward, I returned to the ranch to find her sitting on the patio, with wet eyes. I wasn’t sure yet how I felt about what she had done to me, but I still cared for her.

I sat next to her, and she said, “After Dr. Hennessey changed me, I felt like I had been raped. Yes, the sex was completely consensual, but what came with it… was very much like a rape. And now, I've done the same thing to you. I feel so guilty. Can you forgive me?" She looked so miserable, so apologetic, that I took her in my arms, and kissed her tears away. Eventually, we were kissing, then she made love to me with an abandon that can only come from denying yourself for fifteen years.

Then something she had said clicked. “You had unprotected sex with me, and you have hepatitis?” I almost screamed it at her.

She laughed at me. That made me even madder. She actually laughed at me.

“I turned you into a fucking werecat, and you’re worried about hepatitis?” She continued more quietly. “Jake, The virus can’t survive in a felid body, and cougar diseases can’t survive in humans. About the only thing we have to worry about is toxoplasmosis. Don‘t eat rats and wash your hands after changing a litter box, and you don‘t really have to worry about infectious disease at all.”

We spent the next several weeks like that. She’d wake me with a blowjob or sex, we’d go off to work, then come home for more. In between, she told me what to expect on the next night of the full moon. Eventually, she said, I’d be able to control it and change at will regardless of the moon phase, but for the next six months or so, I should plan on spending full moon nights at the ranch.

During that time, something strange was building within me. Some sort of tension, or static electric energy. It felt like every nerve I had was buzzing, with fear or with anticipation, I couldn’t tell which. She enrolled me in meditation and tai chi lessons, and that was the only thing that really eased the itch.

The morning of the full moon, I woke up before she did for a change. I was near bursting with the tension within me. I figured it was time to pay her back for all the wakeup calls she had given me. I slowly spread Ashley’s legs apart, then kissed the slit between them, at first gently, then with more and more pressure as her labia swelled and dampened. I licked and sucked and prodded with my tongue until I felt her spasm. Before the last wave crested, I flipped her on to her stomach, then took her from behind. Before long, she came again with me inside her. It felt so good that I followed shortly thereafter. I collapsed on top of her as we basked in the orgasm afterglow.

She lifted herself up on one elbow to look over her shoulder at me, smiled, and kissed me. Then she reached over to her handbag and pulled out a compact. She opened it up and held it so I could see myself in the mirror. My brown eyes had lightened to cougar gold.

I called in sick, and we spent most of the day clearing salt cedar. By the end of the day, I felt like I was holding a live wire or something. I heard a flutter behind me, and by reflex turned to look. My eye was immediately caught by the motion of a sparrow flying overhead. After it passed, I smelled its scent wafting down. All day, I was being distracted by the local wildlife. All the time I had helped her on her ranch, I had never noticed how much of it there was. Now, every rustle, every scent on the breeze, every glimpse of motion caught my attention. Late in the afternoon, we spooked a rabbit, and I almost started chasing it. Ashley laughed, put her arms around me and said “I’ve done that, too. Come on, it’s almost time.”

With the sun getting low in the sky, she led me to a secluded clearing near the creek. We undressed each other, then sat down to wait. The setting sun made everything glow, including her body. Her scent filled my nostrils. I reached for her. She put her arms around me, gave me a hug, and said, “Not now. Later, I promise.” She was still holding me as the nervous tension inside me jumped in a sudden crescendo. I looked up, and saw the moon rising over the hill across the valley. “It’s okay, baby. I’m here with you. I’ll be with you.” She kept murmuring reassurances in my ear. It started in my groin where she had - is infected the right word? - well, infected me. My cock and balls retreated backwards between my legs. My cock was slowly being enveloped by a sheath. As I watched, the tip disappeared inside it. Next to change were my fingertips. I felt pressure inside them. My fingernails grew thicker and longer and hooked into wickedly sharp claws. Then I felt the same thing in my toes. My toenails became claws, then my toes bent upwards as my foot bones lengthened. Then, I felt the same pressure in my jaws. First, my canines expanded in girth and length. I ran my tongue over my new fangs. The pressure grew to fill my lower face. I felt my jaws extending forward, pushed out by the pressure within. My nose broadened and suddenly, I was overwhelmed by the scents surrounding me. I focused on Ashley’s scent. Her odor, her words whispered in my ears, her arms around me kept me grounded, sane, as my ears were dragged backwards and upwards through my skull. I became aware of pressure in my chest. It grew until it felt like my breastbone was being pulled away from my spine, and my ribs were being crushed in from side to side. With a wrenching, painful crack, my ribs rearranged themselves into the ovoid shape of the felid torso. My arms drooped and I panicked a bit until I recalled that the front legs of felids are not attached to the rest of the skeleton. I felt the muscles in my shoulders rearrange themselves to support my arms, which were rapidly becoming forelegs. My skin itched intolerably for what felt like an eternity. I looked down, and saw tawny fur growing. Soon, it covered my body. Then, with a sensation somewhere between a full body toothache and a mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasm, the rest of my body followed.

You know the feeling of release when you're finally fully naked for the first time with a new lover? That's what it felt like. I felt free.

It’s hard to describe what happened after that. It’s not that I don’t remember what happened. I can’t find the words to describe it. My best guess is, as the changes penetrated into my brain, I lost the use of language. Ashley’s murmured reassurances became a buzz. This scared me more than anything else had. Was I losing my identity, the memories and skills and experiences that made me who I am? Until then, I could think of myself as a human in a cougar body. Now I was losing that, too,

I panicked and tried to run, but my four legs betrayed me. I couldn’t coordinate them, and fell painfully on my snout. Ashley let me go, and got down on her hands and knees. She shifted into a cougar herself. It was the first time I got to watch her shift since that night four weeks before. I had been a bit distracted then. I was amazed by how fluid it looked, compared to how it felt when I changed. After I regained my feet, she led me into the bushes. I stumbled at first, but soon walking on four legs seemed natural.

We spent the night prowling her ranch,. She taught me how to walk, run, pounce, and climb on four legs instead of two, how to use night vision, smell and hearing to navigate instead of stumbling around in the dark. Towards dawn, she brought down a yearling buck, and I tasted hot blood for the first time. It was wonderful.

Then she led me back to the clearing by the creek where we had first changed. We made love in the dawn sunlight as we regained our humanity. Over the summer, she taught me how to be a cougar, without losing my identity in the cougar mind. Just as I will teach you. That was ten years ago. Now I've fulfilled my part of the contract.”

I finished telling my story, and looked down at the lovely olive-skinned, raven-haired coed, Murch U Class of 2013, that I still had pinned face down on my bed. With my weight on top of her, and my furred hands still gripping her wrists, she was as helpless as I had been when Ashley had tied me to her bed. I saw the fear in her teary eyes, and smelled her blood from where I had nipped the back of her neck with my fangs, the scratches on her wrists from my claws, and the lacerations that the barbs on my felid cock had left inside her. “I’m sorry I hurt you, dear. Please, don't do anything stupid. I don’t want to have to kill you.”

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[[Category:feline]]
[[Category:adult]]

Cougar Town

2011-12-03T19:17:27Z

Triskelelynx: This is a story I had posted on the defunct TF Media site.

User talk:Triskelelynx

2011-12-03T18:45:55Z

Triskelelynx:

Hi. I created an account some months back under the name "Triskelynx," and submitted a story, but now I can't find it. Anyway: here's a sequel to it:

[[Old Time Religion 2: Lord of the Forest]]

:It was probably lost in the great crash. Sorry for the loss, but there is nothing we can do - the hard drives themselves went belly-up and we were unable to recover the data - as the best backups were stored in that non-mirrored, linear raid array, we had to use a second-best. Which was several years old. We've now got a much better backup system running and if we happen to have another crash like that we won't lose more than a weeks worth of information. -- [[User:ShadowWolf|ShadowWolf]] 02:42, 3 December 2011 (UTC)

This is a story I posted on TF-Media:

[[Cougar Town]]

Old Time Religion 2: Lord of the Forest

2011-12-03T18:34:19Z

Triskelelynx: More copy edit. I think it's something close to done. Comments, please?

''Author's note: This is a sequel to a story that got lost in the crash. I'll have to recreate it at some point.

In the missing story, a pair of college students went to see a movie. Instead, they met Aphrodite, who offered one of them a gift. He asked for better understanding of women, and was changed into one for a semester. Then she turned to the other, and said she'd give him a boon as well, but someone else had plans for him. This is his story.

There is a love scene in this story. I tried to make it serve the plot, and tried to keep it in the realm of erotica rather than porn. I hope you'll think I succeeded.

I'd appreciate any constructive advice anyone might want to offer.''

----

''Let us worship like the druids,''

''And drink fermented fluids,''

''And naked through the woo-ids.''

''It's good enough for me!''

My girlfriend Jess and I were standing on a hillside on the edges of the Texas Hill Country. It was May first - Beltaine - a warm spring night, and we were skyclad, or naked. In front of us was a large flat-topped boulder with an embroidered altar cloth on it. On the wine-colored cloth was a chalice, a knife and several candles. Jess was calling her Goddess as we started the ceremony.

Until a few months ago, I had been somewhat amused by Jess's choice of belief. Then I met the goddess Aphrodite and had watched her change my roommate into a girl. Since then, I have become a believer in magic. My roommate, Tom, now Tommie, had used some of the insights he, er, she had gained to hook me up with Jess. And that's how I ended up standing naked on a hillside, taking part in a neo-pagan ritual.

I listened as she finished her invocation and lit the Goddess candle. It was my turn to call the male half of the divinity. I began, rather nervously, to say the words I had rehearsed seveal times in my mind. Aphrodite had said that some other deity had plans for me. I was sure that invoking a deity was asking for trouble. Still, I loved Jess, and she wanted me to be here.

I mumbled something about the Lord of the Forest, Stag-king, Cernunnos, protector and father, asking him to join us and lend his power to our rite. I struck a match and lit the God's candle.

Immediately, a surge of heat seared into my feet from the sandy soil. I tried to pick them up but could not. The heat traveled up my legs, and cramps in my calves and feet forced me onto my toes. Bones in my feet grated against each other. I looked down, and three of the toes on each feet were receding upwards. The other two were changing, darkening, hardening. It took me a few minutes to realize they were becoming hooves. Cloven deer hooves. I watched in horrified fascination as my feet grew longer, and the heat reshaped my ankles into hocks. Brown hair sprouted on my legs as they cramped and cracked. My shins shortened, and my thighs became powerful haunches. The heat traveled up my body until I felt like I was completely engulfed in flame.

''(Is more detail needed here, or is it okay to leave some to the reader's imagination? -Triskie)''

At last, the burning stopped. From the waist down, I was a male elk. Above that, I was a man, a fit, muscular man, except for the impressive rack of antlers on my head.

An owl flew overhead, and I could feel its thoughts, focused on a mouse in the bushes on the of the side of the clearing. I realized that I could feel all the life around me - all the birds and animals, down to the invertebrates scurrying across the ground and burrowing beneath it. I could even feel the web of life sustained by the microbes in soil, plants and air. I stood and marveled at the intricacy of the pulsating, constantly changing interplay of life energies that surrounded us.

I threw back my head, and bugled the challenge of the stag elk whose antlers and hooves I wore. The coyotes on the hillside stopped their hunt and added their song to mine, as did the white tail deer in the valley thickets below us. A stallion on the ranch over the hill knelt to me. Even the military dogs on the Army camp on the horizon yelped and howled, confusing and alarming their handlers.

I was the Lord of the Forest, and I was magnificent. From horizon to horizon, every creature with enough intelligence enough to do so signaled its obeisance to me.

All creatures save one. Jess. She stood facing me, with a small smile, lips slightly parted, and a look in her eyes that said she knew just what to do with an uppity male. She stepped forward and ran one hand up over my muscled chest, barely touching the skin. With her other hand, she reached up, grasped an antler, and pulled my face down to meet hers. Our lips touched, open mouthed, and her tongue lightly ran over mine. She held my mouth to hers with a hand on the back of my neck, as her other ran down and massaged the elk bull's sheath between my legs.

We made love on our altar. Her fair skin glowed gold and white in the moonlight and candlelight. Her head was haloed by the pentacle embroidered on the altar cloth. She was every bit the Goddess to my God. I tried to be gentle, conscious of the size of my elk parts. She took me with a force that surprised me. A small part of my brain rebelled. After all, the head of my cock should be somewhere around her sternum. Then the rest of my brain said shut up, it's magic, and it need not follow the laws of the everyday world. We moaned loudly together as her orgasm brought me over the top. I lay down next to her, gathered her to me, and pulled the altar cloth over us as a blanket.

I woke up the next morning to a cloudy sunrise. The memory of last night's events came to me in a rush - the wonder of the magnitude and glory of the life surrounding us, and the sacred sex that followed. I grabbed my legs, unsure whether I hoped to feel human skin or elk hair.

I felt skin. It came with a deep sense of loss, mingled with relief. Then I realized my leg felt odd. Hard. Firm. I lifted up the altar cloth we were using. Instead of the scrawny body I had arrived with, I was toned and muscular.

A bluebird flew over us. I realized I had known it was going to before I saw or heard it. I didn't have the square mile awareness that I did last night, but I still had some of it. The same sense that told me about the bluebird told me that Jess was starting to wake up. She too had been blessed. Her body was toned and strong, yet quintessentially feminine. I woke her up with a kiss. We made love again as a soft, warm rain fell. After we finished, she reached up above my head, and handed me a perfect elk antler.

We completed our ritual and packed up our altar cloth and other implements. Then Jess and I gently dressed each other as we had undressed each other the night before. As we drove back to the Murchison U. campus, I wondered how to tell my dad I would not major in business like he wanted. Instead, I was going to major in ecology and minor in ancient religions. He wouldn't like it, but somehow I knew the entity that had possessed me the night before wanted it that way.

--[[User:Triskelelynx|Triskelelynx]] 04:54, 3 December 2011 (UTC)
[[Category:Story]]
[[Category:Mythical]]
[[Category:adult]]

Old Time Religion 2: Lord of the Forest

2011-12-03T18:05:36Z

Triskelelynx: Copy edit

Author's note: This is a sequel to a story that got lost in the crash. I'll have to recreate it at some point.

In the missing story, a pair of college students are going to see a movie. Instead, they meet Aphrodite, who offers one of them a gift. He asks for better understanding of women, and was changed into one for a semester. Then she turns to the other, and says she'd give him a boon as well, but someone else has plans for him. This is his story.

I'd appreciate any constructive advice anyone might want to offer.

----

''Let us worship like the druids,''

''And drink fermented fluids,''

''And naked through the woo-ids.''

''It's good enough for me!''

My girlfriend Jess and I were standing on a hillside on the edges of the Texas Hill Country. It was May first - Beltaine - a warm spring night, and we were skyclad, or naked. In front of us was a large flat-topped boulder with an embroidered altar cloth on it. On the wine-colored cloth was a chalice, a knife and several candles. Jess was calling her Goddess as we started the ceremony.

Until a few months ago, I had been somewhat amused by Jess's choice of belief. Then I met the goddess Aphrodite and had watched her change my roommate into a girl. Since then, I have become a believer in magic. My roommate, Tom, now Tommie, had used some of the insights he, er, she had gained to hook me up with a friend of ours. And that's how I ended up standing naked on a hillside, taking part in a neo-pagan ritual.

I listened as she finished her invocation and lit the Goddess candle. It was my turn to call the male half of the divinity. I began, rather nervously, to say the words I had rehearsed seveal times in my mind. Aphrodite had said that some other deity had plans for me. With that in mind, I was sure that invoking a deity was asking for trouble. Still, I loved Jess, and she wanted me to be here.

I mumbled something about the Lord of the Forest, Stag-king, Cernunnos, protector and father, asking him to join us and lend his power to our rite. I struck a match and lit the God's candle.

Immediately, a surge of heat seared into my feet from the sandy soil. I tried to pick them up but I could not move. The heat traveled up my legs, and cramps forced me onto my toes. Bones in my feet grated against each other. I looked down, and three of the toes on each feet were receding upwards. The other two were changing, darkening, hardening. It took me a few minutes to realize they were becoming hooves. Cloven deer hooves. I watched in horrified fascination as my feet grew longer, and my ankles became hocks. Brown hair sprouted on my legs as they cramped and cracked. The heat traveled up my body until it felt like I was completely engulfed in flame.

''(Is more detail needed here, or is it okay to leave some to the reader's imagination? -Triskie)''

At last, the burning stopped. From the waist down, I was a male elk. Above that, I was a man, a fit, muscular man, except for the impressive rack of antlers on my head.

An owl flew overhead, and I could feel its thoughts, focused on a mouse in the bushes on the of the side of the clearing. I realized that I could feel all the life around me - all the birds and animals, down to the invertebrates scurrying across the ground and burrowing beneath it. I could even feel the web of life sustained by the microbes in soil, plants and air. I stood and marveled at the intricacy of the pulsating, constantly changing web of life energy that surrounded us.

I threw back my head, and uttered the bugling challenge of the stag elk whose antlers and hooves I wore. The coyotes on the hillside stopped their hunt and added their song to mine, and the white tail deer in the valley thickets below us knelt to me. Even the military dogs on the Army camp on the horizon yelped and howled, confusing and alarming their handlers. I was the Lord of the Forest, and I was magnificent. From horizon to horizon, every creature with enough intelligence enough to do so signaled its obeisance to me.

All creatures save one. Jess stood facing me, with a small knowing smile, lips slightly parted, and a look in her eyes that said she knew just what to do with an uppity male. She stepped forward and ran one hand up over my muscled chest, barely touching the skin. With her other hand, she reached up, grasped my antlers, and pulled my face down to meet hers. Our lips touched, open mouthed, and her tongue lightly ran over mine. She held my mouth to hers with a hand on the back of my neck, as her other ran down and massaged the elk bull's sheath between my legs.

We made love on our altar. Her fair skin glowed gold and white in the moonlight and candlelight. Her head was haloed by the pentacle embroidered on the altar cloth. She was every bit the Goddess to my God. I tried to be gentle, conscious of the size of my elk parts. She took me with a force that surprised me. A small part of my brain rebelled. After all, the head of my cock should be somewhere around her rib cage. Then the rest of my brain realized that quibbling about it made no sense, given the rest of what had happened. We moaned loudly together as her orgasm brought me over the top. I lay down next to her, gathered her to me, and pulled the altar cloth over us as a blanket.

I woke up the next morning at sunrise. The memory of last night;s events came to me in a rush - the wonder of the magnitude and glory of the life surrounding us, and the sacred sex that followed. I grabbed my legs, unsure whether I hoped to feel human skin or elk hair.

I felt skin. It came with a deep sense of loss, mingled with relief. Then I realized my leg felt odd. Hard. Firm. I lifted up the altar cloth we were using. Instead of the scrawny body I had arrived with, I was toned and muscular.

A bluebird flew over us. I realized I had known it was going to before I saw or heard it. I didn't have the square mile awareness that I did last night, but I still had some of it. I wondered how I was going to tell my dad I wasn't going to major in business like we had planned. Instead, I was going to major in ecology with a minor in ancient religions.

The same sense that told me about the bluebird told me that Jess was starting to wake up. She too had been blessed. Her body was toned and strong, yet quintessentially feminine. I woke her up with a kiss. We made love again as a soft, warm rain fell. After we finished, she reached up above my head, and handed me a perfect elk antler.

--[[User:Triskelelynx|Triskelelynx]] 04:54, 3 December 2011 (UTC)
[[Category:Story]]
[[Category:Mythical]]
[[Category:adult]]

Old Time Religion 2: Lord of the Forest

2011-12-03T17:26:31Z

Triskelelynx: corrected category

Author's note: This is a sequel to a story that got lost in the crash. I'll have to recreate it at some point.

In the missing story, a pair of college students are going to see a movie. Instead, they meet Aphrodite, who offers one of them a gift. He asks for better understanding of women, and was changed into one for a semester.

I'd appreciate any constructive advice anyone might want to offer.

----

''Let us worship like the druids,''

''And drink fermented fluids,''

''And naked through the woo-ids.''

''It's good enough for me!''

My girlfriend Jess and I were standing on a hillside on the edges of the Texas hill country. It was May first - Beltaine - a warm spring night, and we were skyclad, or naked. In front of us was a large flat-topped boulder with an embroidered altar cloth on it. On the wine-colored cloth was a chalice, a knife and several candles. Jess was calling her Goddess as we started the ceremony.

Until a few months ago, I had been tolerant, somewhat amused by Jess's choice of belief. Then I met the goddess Aphrodite and had watched her change my roommate into a girl. That had caused me to reevaluate my attitude towards Wicca.

So, I listened as she finished her invocation and lit the Goddess candle. It was my turn to call the male half of the divinity. I began, rather nervously, to say the words I had rehearsed seveal times in my mind. Aphrodite had said that some other deity had plans for me. I mumbled something about the Lord of the Forest, Stag-king, Cernunnos, protector and father, asking him to join us and lend his power to our rite. I struck a match and lit the God's candle.

Immediately, I felt a surge of heat sear into my feet from the sandy soil. I tried to pick them up but I could not move. The heat traveled up my legs, and cramps forced me onto my toes. Bones in my feet grated against each other. I looked down, and three of on each feet were receding upwards. The other two were changing, darkening, hardening. It took me a few minutes to realize they were becoming hooves. Cloven deer hooves. I watched in horrified fascination as my feet grew longer, and my ankles became hocks. Brown hair sprouted on my legs as they cramped and cracked.

''(Is more detail needed here, or is it okay to leave some to the reader's imagination?)''

At last, the burning stopped and the changes finished. From the waist down, I was a male elk. Above that, I was a man, a fit, muscular man, except for the impressive rack of antlers on my head.

An owl flew overhead, and I could feel its thoughts, focused on a mouse in the bushes on the of the side of the clearing. My consciousness expanded, and I could feel all the life around me - the birds and animals, down to the invertebrates scurrying across the ground and burrowing beneath it. I could even feel the web of life sustained by the microbes in soil, plants and air. I threw back my head, and uttered the bugling challenge of the stag elk whose antlers and hooves I wore. The coyotes on the hillside stopped their hunt and added their song to mine, as did the white tail deer in the valley thickets knelt to me. Even the police dogs on the Army camp on the horizon yelped and howled, confusing their handlers. All the creatures with enough intelligence enough to do so signaled their obeisance to me, the Lord of the Forest.

All save one. Jess stood facing me, with a small knowing smile, lips slightly parted, and a look in her eyes that said she knew just what to do with an uppity male. She stepped forward and ran one hand up over my muscled chest, barely touching the skin. With her other hand, she reached up, grasped my antlers, and pulled my face down to meet hers. Our lips touched, open mouthed, and her tongue lightly ran over mine. She held my mouth to hers with a hand on the back of my neck, as her other ran down and massaged the elk bull's sheath between my legs.

We made love on our altar. Her fair skin glowed gold and white in the moonlight and candlelight. Her head was haloed by the pentacle embroidered on the altar cloth. I tried to be gentle, conscious of the size of my elk parts. She took me with a force that surprised me. A small part of my brain rebelled. After all, my head should be somewhere around her rib cage. Then I realized that quibbling about that made no sense, given the rest of what had happened.

Her orgasm brought me over the top. I lay down next to her, gathered her to me, and pulled the altar cloth over us.

I woke up the next morning at sunrise. The memory of what happened last night came to me in a rush - the wonder I felt as I sensed the magnitude and glory of the life surrounding us, and the sacred sex that followed. I grabbed my legs, unsure whether I hoped to feel skin or elk hair.

I felt skin. It came with a deep sense of loss, mingled with relief. Then I realized my leg felt odd. Hard. Firm. I lifted up the altar cloth we were using as a blanket. Instead of the scrawny body I had arrived with, I was toned and muscular.

A bluebird flew over us. I realized I had known it was going to before I saw or heard it. I didn't have the square mile awareness that I did last night, but I still had some of it. I wondered how I was going to tell my dad I wasn't going to major in business like we had planned. Instead, I was going to major in ecology with a minor in ancient religions.

The same sense that told me about the bluebird told me that Jess was starting to wake up. I woke her up with a kiss. We made love again as a soft, warm rain fell. After we finished, she reached up above my head, and handed me a perfect elk antler.

--[[User:Triskelelynx|Triskelelynx]] 04:54, 3 December 2011 (UTC)
[[Category:Story]]
[[Category:Mythical]]
[[Category:adult]]