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"I hope Vivian won't be there." John said.
 
"I hope Vivian won't be there." John said.
  
"You know she will," replied Branwen. "The conference is in the same city as her office. You need to tell her to either stop flirting with you, or date you."
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"You know she will," replied Rowan. "The conference is in the same city as her office. You need to tell her to either stop flirting with you, or date you."
  
 
"I tried that. She just laughed."
 
"I tried that. She just laughed."
  
Bran, John and I were in Bran's Buick, driving from Syracuse to Rochester for an engineering convention. John, a tall, dark haired fellow, was in the passenger seat. I was in the back, behind Bran.
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Bran, John and I were in Rowan's Accord, driving from Syracuse 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. Bran 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. Bran had designed the sidewalks, landscaping, and drainage. John headed another design team, and was going to talk to prospective clients.
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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.
  
 
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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How can I smell it? I have a secret, too. 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. Branwen used to flirt with me when she first joined the company. I appreciated it, but I finally had to tell her to stop. I'm pretty sure she was still crushing on me a little, though.
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I can sympathize with Vivian to some extent. Rowan flirted with me when she first joined the company. I appreciated the attention, but I finally told 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."
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"Well at least her hair makes her easy to spot," Row said. "Don't worry. Jake and I will run interference for you."
  
 
Just then, the car's GPS beeped. John looked at it and said, "The Thruway is closed ahead. Bad crash. Take the next exit. It looks like we're taking the back roads."
 
Just then, the car's GPS beeped. John looked at it and said, "The Thruway is closed ahead. Bad crash. Take the next exit. It looks like we're taking the back roads."
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"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.
 
"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 as the moon rose 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 followed it crashed into the front of the car, smashed the windshield, and disappeared over the roof.
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As we drove west through the upstate New York countryside, we were treated to a gorgeous sunset in front of us as the moon rose behind us. Ro was enjoying it, pumping the clutch and flicking the manual shift lever from gear to gear to match the engine speed to the curves and hills. She bought the Honda because it's one of the few sedans still available with a manual.
  
Branwen slammed the brake pedal hard and the ABS clattered like mad as the car slewed to a stop. We all got out. John went to check the damage to the car, and Bran looked for whatever we hit. As I opened my door, the scent hit me. Werewolves! "Get back in the car, NOW!" I yelled. She looked at me, then behind me, and screamed. Something slammed into the back of the head, and the world went red and black.
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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 valley, I caught a flicker of motion off to the right. "Look out!" I yelled, just as a doe lept over the road. The grey blur following it crashed into the front of the car, smashed the windshield, and disappeared over the roof.
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Rowan slammed the brake pedal hard and the ABS clattered like mad as the car slewed to a stop. We all got out. John went to check the damage to the car, and Ro looked for whatever we hit. As I opened my door, the scent hit me. Werewolves! "Get back in the car, NOW!" I yelled. She looked at me, then behind me, and screamed. Something slammed into the back of the head, and the world went red and black.
 
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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.
 
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 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.  
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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 cage in an old basement, probably the in the farmhouse we saw.  
  
Bran was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing and rocking back and forth. She reeked with fear. She had a severe dog phobia. She was attacked by one as a kid, and they can still put her on the edge of panic. Werewolves would scare any normal human. To a cynophobe like Branwen, they'd be paralyzing.  
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Rowan was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing and rocking back and forth. She reeked with fear. She had a severe dog phobia. She was attacked by one as a kid, and they can still put her on the edge of panic. Werewolves would scare any normal human. To a cynophobe like her, 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.
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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, their scents 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 would give me an edge. Four of them in close quarters, with the rest of the pack upstairs, was out of the question. We are ambush hunters, stalking, jumping and pouncing n our prey. 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.
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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 would give me an edge. Four of them in close quarters, with the rest of the pack upstairs, was out of the question. Cats in general are ambush hunters, stalking, jumping and pouncing on our prey. 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 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.
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She dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and ripped apart the pants and the boxers beneath them open. She lowered her muzzle 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 resolved to help Bran in any way I could.
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It was too late to help John. I resolved to help Ro in any way I could. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing something about dogs.
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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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.
 
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." I heard a door open somewhere, changing the airflow pattern. I got a whiff of the female's scent. I should have known.
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She turned to the other female. "Emily, the other male is yours. The boss is going to want the woman, as usual." I heard a door open somewhere. The airflow pattern in the basement changed and carried the female's scent to my nose. I should have known.
  
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."
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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."
  
 
I leaped into a spinning kick. My left foot collided with her chest. She slammed back into the bars. Before she could recover, I spun her around facing away from me, got her right arm into a half-nelson and wrapped my other hand around her throat, claws extended. Her eyed bulged. "Shh." I said. "I don't want to hurt you." Then, more louldy, "Vivian!"  
 
I leaped into a spinning kick. My left foot collided with her chest. She slammed back into the bars. Before she could recover, I spun her around facing away from me, got her right arm into a half-nelson and wrapped my other hand around her throat, claws extended. Her eyed bulged. "Shh." I said. "I don't want to hurt you." Then, more louldy, "Vivian!"  
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Vivian was walking towards the stairs with John over her shoulder. She spun to face me, handed John off to one of the males, and walked up to the cage. "How did you know?"  
 
Vivian was walking towards the stairs with John over her shoulder. She spun to face me, handed John off to one of the males, and walked up to the cage. "How did you know?"  
  
"You have a distinctive scent." I said. At her puzzled look, I continued. "Wolves aren't the only dangerous creatures in the forest, don't you know." That just confused her more.  
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"You have a distinctive scent." I said. At her puzzled look, I smiles and continued. "Wolves aren't the only dangerous creatures in the forest, don't you know." That just confused her more.  
  
 
I half-changed, showing her my gold cougar eyes, snout and ears. Light brown for covered my skin.  
 
I half-changed, showing her my gold cougar eyes, snout and ears. Light brown for covered my skin.  
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"Amazing! I had no idea there were shifters besides us wolves ... Well, you obviously won't be joining our pack, but I don't think we need to worry. Let Emily go and join us for dinner. We're having venison."
 
"Amazing! I had no idea there were shifters besides us wolves ... Well, you obviously won't be joining our pack, but I don't think we need to worry. Let Emily go and join us for dinner. We're having venison."
  
I shook my head. "Viv, about Branwen. She's no good to you. She's phobic. Can't you smell it? Do you really want a pack member that goes batshit crazy every full moon? Give her to me and I'll change her. She'll be better off as a cougar. Heck, she loves cats. She breeds them. You'll be safer with her as a sane cougar than a crazed wolf"
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I shook my head. "Viv, about Rowan. She's no good to you. She's phobic. Can't you smell it? Do you really want a pack member that goes batshit crazy every full moon? Give her to me and I'll change her. She'll be better off as a cougar. Heck, she loves cats. She breeds them. You'll be safer with her as a sane cougar than a crazed wolf"
  
 
A male growled, "It's the law. She must join..." He fell silent at Vivian's gesture.
 
A male growled, "It's the law. She must join..." He fell silent at Vivian's gesture.
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I let Emily go with an apology, and said to Vivian, "Do you have any place with bit more privacy, and less grime?"
 
I let Emily go with an apology, and said to Vivian, "Do you have any place with bit more privacy, and less grime?"
  
Vivian nodded. "Emily, put them in the safe room, please. Oh, and for letting him get the drop on you, you won't be joining tonight's howl. Instead, you'll guard the door and make sure she's changed."
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Vivian nodded. "Emily, put them in the safe room, please. Oh, and for letting him get the drop on you, you won't be joining tonight's pack run. Instead, you'll guard the door and make sure she's changed."
  
I carried Bran as Emily led us to a door across the basement. "You can stay in here. It's still a cell, but at least it has a real floor and a bed."
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I picked up Ro and followed Emily to a door across the basement. "You can stay in here. It's still a cell, but at least it has a real floor and a bed."
  
She opened the door and motioned us in. The door was thick oak, riveted to iron bands. It closed behind us with a bang, and several heavy steel bolts slide home. The inside of the door was covered with gouges and claw marks. Some had bloodstains. The irony of the name safe room didn't escape me. This wasn't a refuge in a home invasion or tornado. They lock up deranged, out-of-control wolves to keep the rest of the pack safe. The kind Branwen would likely become if I failed. I shuddered at the thought. If she joined the pack, Bran would probably spend all her full moons in here.
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She opened the door and motioned us in.  
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The thick, iron-bound oaken door slammed shut behind us, and several heavy steel bolts slide home. The inside of the door was covered with gouges and claw marks. Some had bloodstains. Moonlight glinted through a heavily barred window near the ceiling of the far wall. The irony of the name safe room didn't escape me. This wasn't a refuge in a home invasion or tornado. They lock up deranged, out-of-control wolves to keep the rest of the pack safe. The kind Rowan would likely become if I failed. I shuddered at the thought. If the pack took her, she'd probably spend all her full moons in here.
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I set Rowan down on the stained, ragged mattress in the corner. It wasn't really a bed, but it was better than the cold stone floor. I sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap. She was still in the grips of he panic attack, rocking back and forth muttering "Dogs will kill me!" over and over.
  
The bed was just a stained, ragged mattress in the corner, but it was better than the cold stone floor. I set Branwen down on it, sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap. She was still shaking in the grips of he panic attack, muttering "Dogs will kill me!" over and over. I had to calm her enough to talk to. I'd sworn an oath to myself I'd never change anyone without their consent, like I was. Still, if the only other choice was let a wolf rape her... I hoped I could avoid that.
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Long ago, I swore an oath to myself that I'd never change anyone without their consent, as I was. I'd never get that unless I could calm her. Still, if the only other choice was let a wolf rape her... I hoped I could avoid that.
  
I realized what to do as the moon began to peek over the sill of a barred window high on the far wall. She loved cats. What's more calming than a purring kitty in your lap? I started purring softly. It seemed to help, so I increased the volume.
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I realized what to do. Her cats were her babies. What's more calming than a purring kitty? I held her close and purred softly. It seemed to help, so I increased the volume.
  
The patch of moonlight moved from the wall across from the window to the floor before Bran finally calmed. She sat up, looked around, and said in a panicky voice, "What happened? Where are we? Where's John? Are the dogs gone?" And then, "Did you hear a cat?"
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The patch of moonlight had moved down the wall to the floor before she finally calmed. She sat up, looked around, and said in a panicky voice, "Are the dogs gone? Where are we? Where's John?" And then, "Did you hear a cat?"
  
I pulled her close, and said, "It's okay. Well, it's far from okay, but it could be worse." I took a breath. "Bran, we're being held prisoner. By werewolves." She made a skeptical noise. "Yes, they are real. Very, very real. They have John. He's on his way to becoming one of them." I paused for a breath. "I have good news and bad news for you. The bad news is, you're not leaving this room as a human. The good news is I convinced them to give you a choice. Let me change you, or they will, by force if need be"
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I pulled her close, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "It's okay. Well, it's far from okay, but it could be worse." I took a breath. "Bran, we're being held prisoner. By werewolves." She made a skeptical noise. "Yes, they are real. Very, very real. John is on his way to becoming one of them." I paused for a breath. "I couldn't save him, but I made a deal with them for you. The bad news is, you're not leaving this room as a human. The good news is you don't have to become a wolf. You have a choice. Let me change you, or they will, by force if need be"
  
 
"Change me into what?" Her voice was skeptical.
 
"Change me into what?" Her voice was skeptical.
  
"Were-cougar, Or catamount or puma if you prefer."
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"Were-cougar, Or puma if you prefer."
  
"So, you're telling me we're captives of mythical creatures, you're a different mythical creature, and I have to choose between you." Her tone was sarcastic and unbelieving. You expect me to believe that if you bite me, I'll magically turn into a cougar? Extraordinary claims require..."
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"So, you're telling me we're captives of mythical creatures, you're a different mythical creature, and I have to choose between you and them." Her tone was sarcastic and unbelieving. "You expect me to believe that if you bite me, I'll magically turn into a cougar? Extraordinary claims require..."
  
 
"Extraordinary proof, I know. I'll get to that in a minute. I'd rather not bite you. That's uncivilized. Other bodily fluids works just as well or better than saliva, and are a lot less painful. And as for proof..."  
 
"Extraordinary proof, I know. I'll get to that in a minute. I'd rather not bite you. That's uncivilized. Other bodily fluids works just as well or better than saliva, and are a lot less painful. And as for proof..."  
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"Is this real? An I dreaming? Drugged?"
 
"Is this real? An I dreaming? Drugged?"
  
I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stood in the shaft of moonlight from the window. I faced her and unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and dropped it on the mattress. I could tell she liked what she saw. I'm not muscle-bound by any means, but I am fit and toned. After unbuckling my belt and opening my fly, I hooked my thumbs over the waistbands of my pants and briefs and pushed them down to my ankles, changing as I did. I pulled my hind paws out of my pants and padded over to her. Her astonishment was plain on her face. I head-butted her a few times, then touched my muzzle to her nose.
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I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stood in the shaft of moonlight from the window. I faced her and unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and dropped it on the mattress. I could tell she liked what she saw. I'm not muscle-bound by any means, but I am fit and toned. After unbuckling my belt and opening my fly, I hooked my thumbs over the waistbands of my pants and briefs and pushed them down to my ankles, changing as I did. I pulled my hind paws out of my pants and padded over to her on all fours. Her astonishment was plain on her face. I head-butted her a few times, then touched my muzzle to her nose.
  
 
Smiling with amazement, she reached up and tentatively touched my long whiskers, then the fur on my cheek. "Oh. My. God," she said. "You're real! You're effin' real! She started scratching behind my ears with both hands. I couldn't help myself. I started purring. It's is the best thing of being one of the lesser cats. Lions, tigers, jaguars and leopards get the press, but they can't purr. We can't roar, but a snarl is almost as good, and purring is more fun.
 
Smiling with amazement, she reached up and tentatively touched my long whiskers, then the fur on my cheek. "Oh. My. God," she said. "You're real! You're effin' real! She started scratching behind my ears with both hands. I couldn't help myself. I started purring. It's is the best thing of being one of the lesser cats. Lions, tigers, jaguars and leopards get the press, but they can't purr. We can't roar, but a snarl is almost as good, and purring is more fun.
  
Bran laughed out loud with delight. "That was you I heard," she exclaimed. I had the wrong mouth shape to talk now, so I nodded yes. "So, I'll be able to change and purr and all this, too?" I nodded yes again.
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Ro laughed out loud with delight. "That was you I heard," she exclaimed. I had the wrong mouth shape to talk now, so I nodded yes. "So, I'll be able to change and purr and all this, too?" I nodded yes again.
  
 
"Tell me, Jake, what kind of bodily fluids were you talking about? Blood? Earwax?" I looked pointedly at her crotch.
 
"Tell me, Jake, what kind of bodily fluids were you talking about? Blood? Earwax?" I looked pointedly at her crotch.
  
"Oh, ''reeeally''?" She said as she stood. "It's my turn." She pulled the barrettes from her hair, letting it spill down her back. She unzipped the back of 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.
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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 the back of 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.
  
 
Intellectually, I could see she was as attractive as I thought she'd be, if a little on the round side. Sadly, the sight of a naked human just didn't do it for my cat brain. 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.  
 
Intellectually, I could see she was as attractive as I thought she'd be, if a little on the round side. Sadly, the sight of a naked human just didn't do it for my cat brain. 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.  
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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. 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. 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. I was almost instantly fully engorged. 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.
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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 turnec 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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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.  
  
 
My feline brain wanted to jump her, but I paused. I was genuinely fond of this woman. I didn't want to fuck her. Well, I did, but I wanted to make love to her. I mean, I may be an animal, but I'm not an ''animal.''
 
My feline brain wanted to jump her, but I paused. I was genuinely fond of this woman. I didn't want to fuck her. Well, I did, but I wanted to make love to her. I mean, I may be an animal, but I'm not an ''animal.''
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I started pumping into her. I had not had sex with a human woman since I was changed, so I was a bit worried that I'd do it wrong. I wanted it to feel good for her. I must have been doing something right, she was soon moaning again. Or maybe it was her hypothetical cat fetish.  
 
I started pumping into her. I had not had sex with a human woman since I was changed, so I was a bit worried that I'd do it wrong. I wanted it to feel good for her. I must have been doing something right, she was soon moaning again. Or maybe it was her hypothetical cat fetish.  
  
She moved with me, pushing back into my thrusts to take me fully inside herself, moaning with each one. The loudness and pitch increased until she yelped and I felt her contracting around me. That took me over the edge. Along with my load, I felt a burst of my were-spirit, the energy that enables us to change, surge out of me into her.
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She moved with me, pushing back into my thrusts to take me fully inside herself, moaning with each one. The loudness and pitch increased until she yelped and I felt her contracting around me. That took me over the edge. I gave her the fluids that would keep her safe from the wolves, and hopefully not wreck her life. She collapsed onto the bed with me on top of her.  
 
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That's what actually would turn her, not the exchange of bodily fluids from sex or a bite. It triggered another, stronger orgasm in her. She collapsed onto the bed, and I fell on top of her.  
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After a minute. I started the change back to human. She felt my body shifting against her, and rolled over. "Don't change," She said. "I like you like this."
 
After a minute. I started the change back to human. She felt my body shifting against her, and rolled over. "Don't change," She said. "I like you like this."
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I half-changed. I was still furred and clawed and snouted, but I could speak and wrap my arms around her. "Will this do? This way we can talk and cuddle." I pulled her close, nuzzled her ear and purred.
 
I half-changed. I was still furred and clawed and snouted, but I could speak and wrap my arms around her. "Will this do? This way we can talk and cuddle." I pulled her close, nuzzled her ear and purred.
  
"Mmm. I'm going to have ask you to stop that. Sometime around 3 in the afternoon, I think."  
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"Mmm. I'm going to have ask you to stop that. Sometime around three in the afternoon, I think."  
  
 
"Our presentation is at 2," I replied.
 
"Our presentation is at 2," I replied.
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"I'd rather fuck you again. Besides, how do you have sex with a Powerpoint file?"
 
"I'd rather fuck you again. Besides, how do you have sex with a Powerpoint file?"
  
Just then, there was a knock on the door. The bolts slid back, and as the door opened, I put an arm across Bran's breasts, and draped my tail over her privates. Emily looked in and chuckled. "You're such a gentleman. Anyway, now that that's done, you can come upstairs and sleep in the guest room if you want. It has a real bed, pillows, and windows, and all that." She looked at me and said, "Could you stay like that, so the pack can see you and smell you and know you really are a cougar?"
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Just then, there was a knock on the door. The bolts slid back, and as the door opened, I put an arm across Rowan's breasts and draped my tail over her privates. Emily looked in and chuckled. Surprisingly, she was fully human, and fully nude.
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"You're such a gentleman. Anyway, now that that's done, you two can come upstairs and sleep in the guest room if you want. It has a real bed, pillows, blankets, and all that." She looked at me and said, "Could you stay like that, so the pack can see you and smell you and know you really are a cougar?"
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We gathered our things. Ro threw her dress over her head. I hooked a thumb claw into the hole in the end of the zipper pull, and pulled it up for her.
  
We gathered our things. Bran threw her dress over her head. I hooked a thumb claw into the hole in the end of the zipper pull, and pulled it up for her.  
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The stairs 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 was probably having a wank to the sounds of Our passion.
  
The stairs were steep enough that Emily's butt was even with my nose. A trail of wolfy lust musk wafted behind her. I doubted Bran could smell it, but I'd have to tell her 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.
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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.
  
 
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. Moonlight flooded through the lace curtains. Someone had brought our bags in from Bran'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. Moonlight flooded through the lace curtains. Someone had brought our bags in from Bran's car.

Revision as of 19:08, 11 October 2019

This story has the same lead character as Cougar Town but I think it will stand alone. It takes place about 15 years later. It has adult content, some of it nonconsentual

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"I hope Vivian won't be there." John said.

"You know she will," replied Rowan. "The conference is in the same city as her office. You need to tell her to either stop flirting with you, or date you."

"I tried that. She just laughed."

Bran, John and I were in Rowan's Accord, driving from Syracuse 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.

Vivian is LME's lead real estate lawyer. John had to work with Vivian because his project involved extensive right-of-way purchases.

Vivian often flirts 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 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.

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

I can sympathize with Vivian to some extent. Rowan flirted with me when she first joined the company. I appreciated the attention, but I finally told 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," Row said. "Don't worry. Jake and I will run interference for you."

Just then, the car's GPS beeped. John looked at it and said, "The Thruway is closed ahead. Bad crash. Take the next exit. It looks like we're taking the back roads."

"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 as the moon rose behind us. Ro was enjoying it, pumping the clutch and flicking the manual shift lever from gear to gear to match the engine speed to the curves and hills. She bought the Honda because it's one of the few sedans still available with a manual.

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 valley, I caught a flicker of motion off to the right. "Look out!" I yelled, just as a doe lept over the road. The grey blur following it crashed into the front of the car, smashed the windshield, and disappeared over the roof.

Rowan slammed the brake pedal hard and the ABS clattered like mad as the car slewed to a stop. We all got out. John went to check the damage to the car, and Ro looked for whatever we hit. As I opened my door, the scent hit me. Werewolves! "Get back in the car, NOW!" I yelled. She looked at me, then behind me, and screamed. Something slammed into the back of the head, and the world went red and black.

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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 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 cage in an old basement, probably the in the farmhouse we saw.

Rowan was curled up in a ball in the corner, sobbing and rocking back and forth. She reeked with fear. She had a severe dog phobia. She was attacked by one as a kid, and they can still put her on the edge of panic. Werewolves would scare any normal human. To a cynophobe like her, 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, their scents 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 would give me an edge. Four of them in close quarters, with the rest of the pack upstairs, was out of the question. Cats in general are ambush hunters, stalking, jumping and pouncing on our prey. 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.

She dug her claws into the front of John's chinos and ripped apart the pants and the boxers beneath them open. She lowered her muzzle 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 resolved to help Ro in any way I could. I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, sobbing something about dogs.

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." I heard a door open somewhere. The airflow pattern in the basement changed and carried the female's scent to my nose. I should have known.

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."

I leaped into a spinning kick. My left foot collided with her chest. She slammed back into the bars. Before she could recover, I spun her around facing away from me, got her right arm into a half-nelson and wrapped my other hand around her throat, claws extended. Her eyed bulged. "Shh." I said. "I don't want to hurt you." Then, more louldy, "Vivian!"

Vivian was walking towards the stairs with John over her shoulder. She spun to face me, handed John off to one of the males, and walked up to the cage. "How did you know?"

"You have a distinctive scent." I said. At her puzzled look, I smiles and continued. "Wolves aren't the only dangerous creatures in the forest, don't you know." That just confused her more.

I half-changed, showing her my gold cougar eyes, snout and ears. Light brown for covered my skin.

"Amazing! I had no idea there were shifters besides us wolves ... Well, you obviously won't be joining our pack, but I don't think we need to worry. Let Emily go and join us for dinner. We're having venison."

I shook my head. "Viv, about Rowan. She's no good to you. She's phobic. Can't you smell it? Do you really want a pack member that goes batshit crazy every full moon? Give her to me and I'll change her. She'll be better off as a cougar. Heck, she loves cats. She breeds them. You'll be safer with her as a sane cougar than a crazed wolf"

A male growled, "It's the law. She must join..." He fell silent at Vivian's gesture.

She sighed. "Well, the boss won't like it, but you're probably right. But if she's still human in the morning, neither of you are leaving this cage."

I let Emily go with an apology, and said to Vivian, "Do you have any place with bit more privacy, and less grime?"

Vivian nodded. "Emily, put them in the safe room, please. Oh, and for letting him get the drop on you, you won't be joining tonight's pack run. Instead, you'll guard the door and make sure she's changed."

I picked up Ro and followed Emily to a door across the basement. "You can stay in here. It's still a cell, but at least it has a real floor and a bed."

She opened the door and motioned us in.

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The thick, iron-bound oaken door slammed shut behind us, and several heavy steel bolts slide home. The inside of the door was covered with gouges and claw marks. Some had bloodstains. Moonlight glinted through a heavily barred window near the ceiling of the far wall. The irony of the name safe room didn't escape me. This wasn't a refuge in a home invasion or tornado. They lock up deranged, out-of-control wolves to keep the rest of the pack safe. The kind Rowan would likely become if I failed. I shuddered at the thought. If the pack took her, she'd probably spend all her full moons in here.

I set Rowan down on the stained, ragged mattress in the corner. It wasn't really a bed, but it was better than the cold stone floor. I sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap. She was still in the grips of he panic attack, rocking back and forth muttering "Dogs will kill me!" over and over.

Long ago, I swore an oath to myself that I'd never change anyone without their consent, as I was. I'd never get that unless I could calm her. Still, if the only other choice was let a wolf rape her... I hoped I could avoid that.

I realized what to do. Her cats were her babies. What's more calming than a purring kitty? I held her close and purred softly. It seemed to help, so I increased the volume.

The patch of moonlight had moved down the wall to the floor before she finally calmed. She sat up, looked around, and said in a panicky voice, "Are the dogs gone? Where are we? Where's John?" And then, "Did you hear a cat?"

I pulled her close, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "It's okay. Well, it's far from okay, but it could be worse." I took a breath. "Bran, we're being held prisoner. By werewolves." She made a skeptical noise. "Yes, they are real. Very, very real. John is on his way to becoming one of them." I paused for a breath. "I couldn't save him, but I made a deal with them for you. The bad news is, you're not leaving this room as a human. The good news is you don't have to become a wolf. You have a choice. Let me change you, or they will, by force if need be"

"Change me into what?" Her voice was skeptical.

"Were-cougar, Or puma if you prefer."

"So, you're telling me we're captives of mythical creatures, you're a different mythical creature, and I have to choose between you and them." Her tone was sarcastic and unbelieving. "You expect me to believe that if you bite me, I'll magically turn into a cougar? Extraordinary claims require..."

"Extraordinary proof, I know. I'll get to that in a minute. I'd rather not bite you. That's uncivilized. Other bodily fluids works just as well or better than saliva, and are a lot less painful. And as for proof..."

I took her hand and pulled it, palm up, into the moonlight. I let go, and placed my hand in hers. A moment's concentration, and my fingernails lengthened into sharp, hooked claws. Tough but supple pads formed under my knuckles and the middle joint of my fingers. Tawny fur covered the rest up past my wrist. With a quick indrawn breath, she caressed my fur, prodded my pads, and gently ran fingertips over the points of my claws.

"Is this real? An I dreaming? Drugged?"

I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my socks and stood in the shaft of moonlight from the window. I faced her and unbuttoned my shirt, took it off and dropped it on the mattress. I could tell she liked what she saw. I'm not muscle-bound by any means, but I am fit and toned. After unbuckling my belt and opening my fly, I hooked my thumbs over the waistbands of my pants and briefs and pushed them down to my ankles, changing as I did. I pulled my hind paws out of my pants and padded over to her on all fours. Her astonishment was plain on her face. I head-butted her a few times, then touched my muzzle to her nose.

Smiling with amazement, she reached up and tentatively touched my long whiskers, then the fur on my cheek. "Oh. My. God," she said. "You're real! You're effin' real! She started scratching behind my ears with both hands. I couldn't help myself. I started purring. It's is the best thing of being one of the lesser cats. Lions, tigers, jaguars and leopards get the press, but they can't purr. We can't roar, but a snarl is almost as good, and purring is more fun.

Ro laughed out loud with delight. "That was you I heard," she exclaimed. I had the wrong mouth shape to talk now, so I nodded yes. "So, I'll be able to change and purr and all this, too?" I nodded yes again.

"Tell me, Jake, what kind of bodily fluids were you talking about? Blood? Earwax?" I looked pointedly at her crotch.

"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 the back of 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.

Intellectually, I could see she was as attractive as I thought she'd be, if a little on the round side. Sadly, the sight of a naked human just didn't do it for my cat brain. 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. 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 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.

My feline brain wanted to jump her, but I paused. I was genuinely fond of this woman. I didn't want to fuck her. Well, I did, but I wanted to make love to her. I mean, I may be an animal, but I'm not an animal.

I moved up alongside her, licked her on the nose, then shoved my shoulder into hers. She yelped and rolled onto her back. I stepped over her and licked her nose again. I rubbed my cheeks against hers.

"Scent making me, claiming me as yours?" she asked. I nodded yes.

I took a few steps back and pushed my snout between her legs. She giggled as my whiskers brushed the inside of her thighs. "Stop that! It tickles!" I didn't stop. Instead, I licked her folds softly, afraid my rough tongue might be too abrasive. I gently worked my tongue inside her, then upwards until I felt her button. I took a deep breath, and let it out with a purr. Yeah that worked. I did it again. That worked really well! It wasn't long before she was moaning and writhing. I kept it up, purring, licking and sucking, careful of my teeth, until her thighs closed on my snout. She grabbed hold of my head and held me still until the tremors subsided.

She let me go, and rolled back onto all fours. With a pounce I covered her. I gently nipped her neck between my fangs, and dropped my hips to take her.

Aaaand, I missed.

Pussy pussies are farther back than a woman's, just below the bung. It was kind of embarrassing. I was glad my fur covered my embarrassment. Before I could try again, she reached back and grasped me by the cock. After a few strokes with her hand, she pulled me down and forward and guided me inside her. Fuck! I thought. She actually wants this?

I started pumping into her. I had not had sex with a human woman since I was changed, so I was a bit worried that I'd do it wrong. I wanted it to feel good for her. I must have been doing something right, she was soon moaning again. Or maybe it was her hypothetical cat fetish.

She moved with me, pushing back into my thrusts to take me fully inside herself, moaning with each one. The loudness and pitch increased until she yelped and I felt her contracting around me. That took me over the edge. I gave her the fluids that would keep her safe from the wolves, and hopefully not wreck her life. She collapsed onto the bed with me on top of her.

After a minute. I started the change back to human. She felt my body shifting against her, and rolled over. "Don't change," She said. "I like you like this."

I half-changed. I was still furred and clawed and snouted, but I could speak and wrap my arms around her. "Will this do? This way we can talk and cuddle." I pulled her close, nuzzled her ear and purred.

"Mmm. I'm going to have ask you to stop that. Sometime around three in the afternoon, I think."

"Our presentation is at 2," I replied.

"Fuck the presentation!" She said.

"I'd rather fuck you again. Besides, how do you have sex with a Powerpoint file?"

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The bolts slid back, and as the door opened, I put an arm across Rowan's breasts and draped my tail over her privates. Emily looked in and chuckled. Surprisingly, she was fully human, and fully nude.

"You're such a gentleman. Anyway, now that that's done, you two can come upstairs and sleep in the guest room if you want. It has a real bed, pillows, blankets, and all that." She looked at me and said, "Could you stay like that, so the pack can see you and smell you and know you really are a cougar?"

We gathered our things. Ro threw her dress over her head. I hooked a thumb claw into the hole in the end of the zipper pull, and pulled it up for her.

The stairs 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 was probably having a wank 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.

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. Moonlight flooded through the lace curtains. Someone had brought our bags in from Bran's car.