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	"I'd like to meet them."		"I'd like to meet them."

	"~~You will~~. Actually, ~~Vashni~~ should be your doctor now. We woudn't want your current doctor to ask awkward questions."		"That's probably a good idea. Actually, Ankita should be your doctor now. We woudn't want your current doctor to ask awkward questions."

	"Like what?"		"Like what?"
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	Suddenly, someone placed two platters of eggs and bacon in front of us. I said thanks to the motherly woman that had put them down. She looked at John and said, "Don't worry about your friend. We'll take care of him."		Suddenly, someone placed two platters of eggs and bacon in front of us. I said thanks to the motherly woman that had put them down. She looked at John and said, "Don't worry about your friend. We'll take care of him."

	"So, I hear this isn't new to you?" he ~~said~~.		"So, I hear this isn't new to you?" he asked me.

	"Yeah. Since college, actually. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I was unconscious until too late."		"Yeah. Since college, actually. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I was unconscious until too late."
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	"I followed pack law! I had to!"		"I followed pack law! I had to!"

	"You ~~don~~'t ~~understand~~. If ~~John~~ had a religion, it would be the scientific method. If there's no proof, he ~~didn't believe in~~ it. Suddenly, his entire worldview was ripped out from beneath him. If werefolk exist, what else is ~~really true~~? Astrology? Champ?" I was referring to the Nessie-like creature puported to live in Lake Champlain. "Vampires?"		"You didn't have to do it the way you did. Look, John is the ultimate expression of an engineer. If he had a religion, it would be the scientific method. If there's no proof, if it's not logical, he rejects it. Suddenly, his entire worldview was ripped out from beneath him. If werefolk exist, what else is real? Astrology? Champ?" I was referring to the Nessie-like creature puported to live in Lake Champlain. "Vampires?"

	Ro cut in. "I think it's not so much what you did. It's how you did it. There's a saying: 'If you can't change something, change how you think about it.' That's the biggest thing Jake did for me. He gave me time to understand what was ~~happining~~ and come to ~~terms~~ with it."		Ro cut in. "I think it's not so much what you did. It's how you did it. There's a saying: 'If you can't change something, change how you think about it.' That's the biggest thing Jake did for me. He gave me time to understand what was happening and come to grips with it."

	"You didn't do that. You have a law degree, passed the bar, apparently you're fairly high up in pack leadership. You should have realized this. Instead, you thought with your crotch." I paused to hammer my point home.		I added, "You didn't do that. You have a law degree, passed the bar, apparently you're fairly high up in pack leadership. You're obviously smart. You should have realized this. Instead, you thought with your crotch." I paused to hammer my point home.

	"You raped him."		"You raped him."

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	Ro, John and I were in her Accord, driving from Syracuse, NY to Rochester for an engineering convention. John, a tall, dark haired fellow, was in the passenger seat. I was in the back, behind Rowan.		Ro, John and I were in her Accord, driving from Syracuse, NY to Rochester for an engineering convention. John, a tall, dark haired fellow, was in the passenger seat. I was in the back, behind Rowan.

	We were going to represent our employer, Leightner ~~and Moody~~ Engineering, at the convention. Rowan and I were ~~going to give a presentation~~ about the success of our village streetscape project. I was the design engineer and responsible for the overall project. Rowan had designed the sidewalks, landscaping, and drainage. John headed another design team, and was going to talk to prospective clients.		We were going to represent our employer, Leightner McFarland Engineering, at the convention. Rowan and I were presenting about the success of our village streetscape project. I was the design engineer and responsible for the overall project. Rowan had designed the sidewalks, landscaping, and drainage. John headed another design team, and was going to talk to prospective clients.

	Vivian is LME's lead real estate lawyer. John had to work with Vivian because his project involved extensive right-of-way purchases.		Vivian is LME's lead real estate lawyer. John had to work with Vivian because his project involved extensive right-of-way purchases.
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	I knew what was coming next. Were-folk have a general rule about not letting normal humans know about our existence. Anyone that knows has to become one of us, for our safety and security. For wolf packs, though, it has the force of law. The question was how they would enforce it.		I knew what was coming next. Were-folk have a general rule about not letting normal humans know about our existence. Anyone that knows has to become one of us, for our safety and security. For wolf packs, though, it has the force of law. The question was how they would enforce it.

	The red ~~wplf~~ dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and rent the fabric into tatters. The boxers beneath them got the same treatment. She lowered her muzzle inside the tear and applied her long supple tongue to his crotch. John started to resist, but a growl and the firm but careful application of her fangs put an end to that.		The red wolf dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and rent the fabric into tatters. The boxers beneath them got the same treatment. She lowered her muzzle inside the tear and applied her long supple tongue to his crotch. John started to resist, but a growl and the firm but careful application of her fangs put an end to that.

	It was too late to help John. I resolved to do what I could for Rowan. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing something about dogs.		It was too late to help John. I resolved to do what I could for Rowan. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing something about dogs.
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	"Oh, ''reeeally''?" She said as she stood. "It's my turn." She pulled the barrettes from her dark hair, letting it spill down her back. She unzipped her dress and slowly let it drop to the ground. Her bra soon followed, and she stood in front of me wearing just panties, thigh-highs, and kitten-heeled boots.		"Oh, ''reeeally''?" She said as she stood. "It's my turn." She pulled the barrettes from her dark hair, letting it spill down her back. She unzipped her dress and slowly let it drop to the ground. Her bra soon followed, and she stood in front of me wearing just panties, thigh-highs, and kitten-heeled boots.

	Had I been in human form, my cock would be standing at attention at that. Sadly, the sight of a naked human, however attractive just didn't do it for my cat brain. She started caressing me, starting at my head, and working her way back to my tail. It felt good, but wasn't arousing. She reached around my rump and caressed my sheath. "No? Huh. Oh, I think I know how to get him to come out and play." She pulled her panties down and kicked them off. The scent of her nethers tickled my nose.		Had I been in human form, my cock would be standing at attention at that. Sadly, the sight of a naked human, however attractive, just didn't do it for my cat brain. She started caressing me, starting at my head, and working her way back to my tail. It felt good, but wasn't arousing. She reached around my rump and caressed my sheath. "No? Huh. Oh, I think I know how to get him to come out and play." She pulled her panties down and kicked them off. The scent of her nethers tickled my nose.

	I dropped my jaw a little and pulled up my upper lip, so her scent could reach the special scent receptors in the roof of my mouth. Yes, she was damp. Wet, even. Doing it with a cougar was a turn on for her? If that was her kink, I was the luckiest cat in the world.		I dropped my jaw a little and pulled up my upper lip, so her scent could reach the special scent receptors in the roof of my mouth. Yes, she was damp. Wet, even. Doing it with a cougar was a turn on for her? If that was her kink, I was the luckiest cat in the world.

	She cupped her pussy with one hand, then pushed two fingers inside herself. She reached out and rubbed her damp fingers on my muzzle. The smell was intoxicating. Blood rushed to my crotch and I was fully engorged almost instantly. Although I was in cat form, I kept my cock mostly human for two reasons. To be honest, we felines just aren't well hung. Even lions are lacking in the package. Second, I didn't want to hurt her. We have barbed, spiky penises I wanted to please her, not leave her a bloody mess down there.		She cupped her pussy with one hand, then pushed two fingers inside herself. She reached out and rubbed her damp fingers on my muzzle. The smell was intoxicating. Blood rushed to my crotch and I was fully engorged almost instantly. Although I was in cat form, I kept my cock mostly human for two reasons. To be honest, we felines just aren't well hung. Even lions are lacking in the package. Second, I didn't want to hurt her. We have barbed, spiky penises. I wanted to please her, not leave her a bloody mess down there.

	She turned and knelt on the mattress with her back to me, then dropped to all fours. With a come-hither look over her shoulder, she spread her knees apart, fully exposing that wonderfully-scented moistness.		She turned and knelt on the mattress with her back to me, then dropped to all fours. With a come-hither look over her shoulder, she spread her knees apart, fully exposing that wonderfully-scented moistness.
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	The stairs of the old house were steep enough that Emily's butt was even with my nose. A trail of wolfy lust musk wafted behind her. Rowan probably couldn't smell it, but I could tell Em probably wanked to the sounds of our passion.		The stairs of the old house were steep enough that Emily's butt was even with my nose. A trail of wolfy lust musk wafted behind her. Rowan probably couldn't smell it, but I could tell Em probably wanked to the sounds of our passion.

	I'd have to tell To about the different meaning of privacy among shapeshifters. With our better hearing and smell, everyone knows who's doing who. We really can't hide it. Emily must have heard everything we did, and maybe even smelled it. Shifter society only works if we can put aside our jealousies and feel happy for people that share each other's bodies. Not all of us can.		I'd have to tell Rowan about the different meaning of privacy among shapeshifters. With our better hearing and smell, everyone knows who's doing who. We really can't hide it. Emily must have heard everything we did, and maybe even smelled it. Shifter society only works if we can put aside our jealousies and feel happy for people that share each other's bodies. Not all of us can.

	The first floor was littered with puppy piles. Some were just cuddling. Others smelled of sex. Gold eyes followed us, well mostly me, to the front stairs. Emily lead us up the stairs to a back bedroom, motioned us in, and said good night. Moonlight flooded the room through the lace curtains to show a four-poster queen bed. Our bags had been brought in from Ro's car.		The first floor was littered with puppy piles. Some were just cuddling. Others smelled of sex. Gold eyes followed us, well mostly me, to the front stairs. Emily lead us up the stairs to a back bedroom, motioned us in, and said good night. Moonlight flooded the room through the lace curtains to show a four-poster queen bed. Our bags had been brought in from Ro's car.

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	Vivian is our Leightner and Moody's lead real estate lawyer. John had to work with Vivian because extensive right-of-way purchases were needed for his project.		Vivian is our Leightner and Moody's lead real estate lawyer. John had to work with Vivian because extensive right-of-way purchases were needed for his project.

	Vivian has a history of flirting with John to the very limits of professional office behavior, and sometimes beyond. As soon as he responds, though, she gets frigid. It doesn't help John that Vivian is a gorgeous redhead. Anyone could see why John hated it. Unlike most people, however, I can tell she has a serious case of the hots for him. ~~Her scent changes around him~~.		Vivian has a history of flirting with John to the very limits of professional office behavior, and sometimes beyond. As soon as he responds, though, she gets frigid. It doesn't help John that Vivian is a gorgeous redhead. Anyone could see why John hated it. Unlike most people, however, I can tell she has a serious case of the hots for him. I can smell it.

	I also know why she can't act on it. You see, Vivian has a secret. She is a werewolf. I can smell that, too.		I also know why she can't act on it. You see, Vivian has a secret. She is a werewolf. I can smell that, too.

	How can I ~~tell~~? I ~~also~~ have a secret. I'm a were-cougar.		How can I smell it? I have a secret, too. I'm a were-cougar.

	I can sympathize with Vivian to some extent. ~~Bran~~ used to flirt with me when she first joined the company. I kind of liked it, but I finally had to tell her to stop. I'm pretty sure she was still crushing on me a little, though.		I can sympathize with Vivian to some extent. Branwen used to flirt with me when she first joined the company. I kind of liked it, but I finally had to tell her to stop. I'm pretty sure she was still crushing on me a little, though.

	"Well at least her hair makes her easy to spot," Bran said. "Don't worry. Bran and I will run interference for you."		"Well at least her hair makes her easy to spot," Bran said. "Don't worry. Bran and I will run interference for you."
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	Just then, the car's GPS beeped. John, in the passenger seat, looked at it and said, "The Thruway is closed ahead for some reason. Take the next exit. It looks like we're taking the back roads."		Just then, the car's GPS beeped. John, in the passenger seat, looked at it and said, "The Thruway is closed ahead for some reason. Take the next exit. It looks like we're taking the back roads."

	"~~Oh.~~ crap" Bran said. "At least there will be a full moon tonight, so it'll be easier to see on the back roads." I was already feeling the tingle of energy from the moon. Felines like me aren't as strongly tied to the moon as werewolves, but we still hear her call.		"Well, crap!" Bran said. "At least there will be a full moon tonight, so it'll be easier to see on the back roads." I was already feeling the tingle of energy from the moon. Felines like me aren't as strongly tied to the moon as werewolves, but we still hear her call.

	As we drove west through the upstate New York countryside, we were treated to a gorgeous sunset in front of us, and a moonrise behind us. We crested a hill and were greeted by the sight of an old farmhouse and barn across the valley, glowing in the light of the setting sun. As we dropped down into the shadow of the hill, I caught a flicker of motion off to the right. "Look out!" I yelled, just as a doe lept over the road. A grey blur that followed it crashed into the front of the car, cracked the windshield, and went over the roof.		As we drove west through the upstate New York countryside, we were treated to a gorgeous sunset in front of us, and a moonrise behind us. We crested a hill and were greeted by the sight of an old farmhouse and barn across the valley, glowing in the light of the setting sun. As we dropped down into the shadow of the hill, I caught a flicker of motion off to the right. "Look out!" I yelled, just as a doe lept over the road. A grey blur that followed it crashed into the front of the car, cracked the windshield, and went over the roof.
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	I came to with the throbbing head and nausea of a concussion. I part-changed to cougar and back to heal the damage, then assessed the situation. The first thing I noticed was the scent of Branwen's fear. She has a severe dog phobia. She was attacked by one as a kid, and is on the edge of panic whenever one is near. Werewolves would scare any normal human. To a cynophobe like Branwen, they'd be paralyzing.		I came to with the throbbing head and nausea of a concussion. I part-changed to cougar and back to heal the damage, then assessed the situation.

	The ~~second~~ thing was a damp basement ~~smell~~, ~~and~~ a cold, grimy stone floor ~~below me~~. The light of a bare bulb showed that we were in a caged in an old basement, probably the farm we saw~~. Bran was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing and rocking back and forth~~.		The first thing I noticed was a damp basement odor, overlayed with the scents of wolves. Lots of wolves. I was on a cold, grimy stone floor. The light of a bare bulb showed that we were in a caged in an old basement, probably the farm we saw.

	Outside the bars were two male and two female werewolves. They were half-changed - still bipedal, but with fur and tails and fangs and thick blunt claws. They were downwind ~~and~~ I couldn't pick up their ~~scent~~. If I could, it might have ~~give~~ a clue about their intentions.		Bran was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing and rocking back and forth. She reeked with fear. She has a severe dog phobia. She was attacked by one as a kid, and they put her on the edge of panic. Werewolves would scare any normal human. To a cynophobe like Branwen, they'd be paralyzing.

			Outside the bars were two male and two female werewolves. They were half-changed - still bipedal, but with fur and tails and fangs and thick blunt claws. They were downwind so I couldn't pick up their individual scents. If I could, it might have given me a clue about their intentions.

			I can hold my own against any single werewolf. With surprise on my side, maybe even two or three of them. My feline agility and sharp claws give me an edge. Four, with the rest of the pack upstairs, was out of the question. We are ambush hunters, stalking, jumping and pouncing. Wolves will chase their prey for miles until it drops from exhaustion. I could never outrun them. Fighting wasn't an option. I had to outthink them.

	A female with reddish fur dragged John out of the cage, and pinned him to the floor as a male shut and locked the door. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn't quite place it.		A female with reddish fur dragged John out of the cage, and pinned him to the floor as a male shut and locked the door. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn't quite place it.

	She dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and ripped them open along with his boxers. She lowered her ~~head~~ and applied her long supple tongue to his crotch. John started to resist, but a growl and the firm but careful application of her fangs put an end to that. I guess I didn't need their scent after all.		She dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and ripped them open along with his boxers. She lowered her about inside the rent in his trousers and applied her long supple tongue to his crotch. John started to resist, but a growl and the firm but careful application of her fangs put an end to that. I guess I didn't need their scent after all.

	It was too late to help John. I pulled Bran close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing.		It was too late to help John. I pulled Bran close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing. I had to calm her down.

	Having gotten the results she wanted, the red wolf straddled John's hips and took him as he watched in horror. She gyrated her hips, milking him with her pussy while applying her paw-hand to her clit. Small whimpers ~~came~~ from her throat ~~Soon~~ became loud moans. Moans became shreaks as she came. John, against his will, came too.		Having gotten the results she wanted, the red wolf straddled John's hips and took him as he watched in horror. She gyrated her hips, milking him with her pussy while applying her paw-hand to her clit. Small whimpers from her throat son became loud moans. Moans became shreaks as she came. John, against his will, came too.

	She turned to the other female. "Emily, the other male is yours. The boss is going to want the woman, as usual." Just then, the basement door opened, changing the airflow in the basement. I got a whiff of the female's scent. I should have known.		She turned to the other female. "Emily, the other male is yours. The boss is going to want the woman, as usual." Just then, the basement door opened, changing the airflow in the basement. I got a whiff of the female's scent. I should have known.

	I can hold my own against any single werewolf. With surprise on my side, maybe even two or three of them. My feline agility and sharp claws give me an edge. Four of them, with the rest of the pack upstairs, was out of the question. We are ambush hunters, stalking, jumping and pouncing. Wolves will run down their prey for miles until it drops from exhaustion. I could never outrun them. Fighting wasn't an option. I had to outthink them.

	Emily came into the cage to get me. I gently set Bran on the floor and took a fighting stance between her and the wolf. "I admire your courage," she said, "but you can't win. Come along and I'll be gentle."		Emily came into the cage to get me. I gently set Bran on the floor and took a fighting stance between her and the wolf. "I admire your courage," she said, "but you can't win. Come along and I'll be gentle."