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We were left waiting for long enough that we decided to go get lunch. I shifted back to human form so I could be vaguely close to Renna's height, even though it unblunted the burning sensation in my leg muscles. The street was mercifully smooth and flat - no climbing - and these streets were not busy with cart traffic.

Renna had calmed down a bit, and seemed most of the way back to her regular self. "You know, Famir? It still is pretty awful that this happened, but it's been eye-opening. A real learning experience."

"Isn't that quite the attitude change!"

"Well, yeah, but that was body depression."

"True. Well, we'll see how it balances out once you're into your new body."

Just then a small, barely anthro ratman came up to us, saying, "Oh, oh, I buy used clothing. Do you happen to have any?"

Renna licked her lips and said, "You know, it probably won't fit anymore..." I know she wasn't intending to be menacing, but it was enough to make me admire the ratman's courage in talking to her at all. Of course, that was just looking at it. Probably neither of them noticed the coincidence, as of course they are people, not animals.

I said, "Wait. We don't know what you're going to end up in. Plus, we're travelling. Hardly anything with us anyway."

The ratman, realizing he wasn't going to get a complete wardrobe for cheap, backed away, bowing his head a bit.

"Must have seen us coming out of the refitter's place", she commented.

The market was in a square surrounded by stone-facade houses of the interior-court style. The square was filled with benches and had both a handwashing fountain and a drinking fountain to supplement the home-water-drawing fountain; gathered in the center were the several vendors. Waiting in line - where Renna was being very cuddly, about as cuddly as she could get in public here - we were interrupted by claps on the back. "Hello! Why didn't you say you were here for refitting? That was her, yesterday, wasn't it?"

I jumped - it was the innkeeper, the lioness.

Startled, I took a moment to interpret what she had said. Then, "Well, it was a bit unplanned."

"You left in a hurry. But I managed to fill the room, so if you want to come by, you can have your money back."

"... okay, thanks! That sounds good. More than I expected. How did you know?"

"This cat... seen her a few times at the inn. Let people get used to the idea of being in a different body, then they can find something more to their liking. Have to go. See you."

Why she was here was clearly answered when we got to the front of the line - the vendor must have been her son. We took our kebabs and sat at a square table with an umbrella that just covered us from the sun - a novelty for us.

Renna cocked her head. "So, this kitty gets out a lot, if they've seen her at an inn way over there. Say... Do you... oh, never mind."

"What?"

"Well, nothing. Gone already."

"What?"

She ate another bite, then relented. "I saw a very attractive young man go by. And now I'm thinking about you."

"Would he happen to be a 1:2 anthro leopard? Because he's coming back our way."

Sure enough, it was. "Hey, babe. Is this guy why you didn't come back for more? 'Cause I don't see that he's exactly your type."

Renna sighed. "We have been married for years."

The leopard looked at me, then looked more carefully. His eyes widened, and he backed off in alarm. "Umm, sorry Mr. human sir. I, uh, didn't uh. Crap."

I laughed, unaccustomed to causing alarm. "Relax, we can explain." I gestured to the bench along an untaken side.

The leopard tentatively sat. "Explain? Please."

Renna said, "This -- my body -- is a temporary body used by many clients of the body refitter in this city."

The leopard nodded a little. "So, that wasn't you."

"No, it wasn't."

"That... explains... a lot."

I said, "I'm surprised they didn't tell you."

"Naw. Suppose they want it quiet, right? This way, I don't even have a clue that they're out there... Pretty sweet deal for them, actually. On the other hand, I'm scoring more than just one lady. How nice is that?"

We had resumed eating while he thought out loud, and as he stopped talking, that was all that was going on. A mite uncomfortable, he filled the conversational void with, "So, what do you guys think the thousand-year wish is going to be?"

Renna said, far more casually than we had felt, "We have no idea. To be on the safe side, we're travelling back to be with our families."

"Just in case, like, every city gets its own world, or something?"

I said, "That would be a pretty drastic wish, but conceivable. Also, we kind of didn't want to be nearby when the old thousand year wish expired."

"Oh, you lived in Weld?"

Renna said, "Geltiassen, to be specific."

"You'd hope they'd have gotten over it by now."

I squirmed. "There's actually a debate on the issue of how prepared they should be for a fight, just in case. It's kind of scary."

"How many of these wishes have gone seriously wrong? Relax, it's the work of the gods themselves. Even the weird ones like this last one." He gestured down to his body.

"More or less, but seeing them... sometimes it is scary to see human nature in action."

"Human?" The leopard spread his arms.

"We're still fundamentally human. Not much more than our skin has changed. And yeah, I'm not strictly human either, but naga. We both were."

"Oh, naaaga. I thought you were an illusionist or a polymorph or something. Just a regular guy?"

"Pretty much, yeah. I mean, I can polymorph a little, but just the usual naga shifts."

"Cool, it's cool."

That was when Renna said, "Do you know? Sometimes I wish I could just turn and stay snake." This began with our code phrase for when she was getting turned on by someone else and wanted some help from me to stay faithful. This may seem like a strange concept, but it's worked for us. We have other codes, especially the tapping code, but this was the most appropriate to use at the time.

Our new friend didn't notice, of course, and was about to reply when Renna asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm Jim. Jimothal in full. And you?"

"I'm Renna. He's Famir."

Jim held out his hand/paw to shake, and we were finally introduced.

Renna said, "Please, come out of the sun." Jim considered, and shifted to the shaded seat next to me rather than the one next to her.

Silence settled for a minute as we ate. Jim, still uncomfortable, again broke it. "You're a pretty cool couple. Most guys would have been all up in my face."

"Eh. As attached to Renna as I am, I don't associate this body with her. So the idea of what you've done with it... doesn't bother me. Kinda hot, actually."

"Is that so."

Renna nodded, but then stared at me somewhat angrily.

Jim clarified for me, "... as long as I'm threading her needle when she's someone else."

"What?"

"Threading the needle. Ploughing the field. Fucking."

I nodded. "Indeed, I hope to move into that well-ploughed field myself in not too long."

Renna smiled at me. This was helping. She didn't normally like absurd euphemisms, but perhaps she was too excited to care.

Jim said, "That's cool. There are a few things you might want to know."

Renna wiped her mouth. "Oh?"

"Well, er. You're big."

"I noticed."

"Down there."

"Yes."

"But you can squeeze like a boa, and keep it up for a long time."

"Hmm. Hmm. So I can! Famir, do we need to go back to the refitter right away?"

"We can go wherever you'd like."

"Wherever? Our inn is so far away.", she said, forgetting that we did not have a room there anymore.

I began to regret my choice of words.

Renna smirked and put her hand on Jim's. "You live near here, right?"

"Uh!" That was both of us.

Jim stammered out, "Yes, I do. Right up there."

"Can we borrow your place for a few minutes?"

He took a moment to absorb this. "Umm. You want me to let you in for a few minutes and just sit outside while you..."

"No, you can watch."

"... Deal."

I cut in, "Now, wait just one minute!"

Ten seconds is a surprisingly long time under these circumstances. At their end, I concluded, "Okay. Let's go."

Jim led us just off the square, through an iron gate into a dusty courtyard lined with tiers of washing. When he unlocked a side-door leading into a tight spiral staircase, Renna took the lead and climbed several steps.

As he relocked the door, he said, "This isn't my room exactly, but I have the only key and it's the best place for... this..." She had begun climbing on hands and feet, her dress hiked up by her tail. I could see everything. He could at least see she wasn't wearing underwear. When had she arranged that?

The stairs went on for some time and opened up into a partially open-air tower. A bench ran under the open arches facing out onto the square.

Jim hurried off to the side and fetched a large pitcher and a basin. "Here, wash first. Everything's better when you're clean."

The surprisingly cool water felt wonderful on my face and hands, but Renna, newly having fur, had to ask, "How do I...?"

He showed on himself, starting with his forearms. Renna got the idea and patted herself down with only slightly wet hands. I joined in after a few seconds, taking care of the areas that were convenient for me in naga form, carressing her calves, then her thighs. She had come out of the box clean, so this was just a light dusting. She unfastened the dress and set it aside, and I moved up to cleaning her six small breasts.

"Feels strange, but nice", I commented.

"Feels divine up here", she replied. "I'm so hot... move in."

"So soon?"

"Yes."

So I moved back down and patted down her vulva, then pressed a bit more firmly. She giggled and lay down on the middle of one of the benches. I knelt alongside and looked to her face as I massaged her labia. She was already breathing hard, and bucked. "Enough hands. On to the main course."

This was abnormally fast, but she knew what she was feeling better than I. "Are you protected?"

"I cast it before lunch."

"Thinking ahead!"

I unfastened my double kilt and my erection finally came free. I glanced over at Jim; he was sitting back on the other end of the room, watching, not doing anything. I entered.

Entering was the easiest thing in the world. So wide. And then she clamped.

It was still a bit loose for me. She was just too big. And I could tell it wasn't quite fulfilling for her either.

I tried grinding my hip into her clit and aiming for the g-spot inside, but it didn't work. It wasn't a matter of my excitement - nothing could be further from the truth - but sheer scale.

After giving it a minute, Renna pushed me off and out of her and onto my back, kissed me, and began licking me around the face. That was wonderful. She skoonched forward, bringing her pussy up my body, grinding. And I went for it.

Fur was everywhere in my mouth, but I was determined to satisfy her. I began finger fucking her as I sucked her mound, aiming for that G-spot again. Three fingers right off, then four. And the whole hand. That finally filled her adequately. And for me, too -- the angle was awkward, the smell unfamiliar, but by the gods it was the hottest sex I'd had in a very long time.

She came in a sudden burst, barely restraining herself from screeching.

She collapsed forward. Breathing slowed, and I slipped my hand out of her.

After gathering herself - surprisingly quickly - she moved down off the bench, kneeling alongside. She licked down my chest and started blowing me, even as she rubbed herself some more. There was a problem, though.

"Ow ow... no tongue, please? Rough."

She went to lips only, or tried - but they were too like a cat's, and the front cleft just wasn't suitable. Failure again.

Embarrassed, I looked to Jim. To my surprise, he was reading. He looked up as he saw me looking. He hesitantly said, "I think this might help. For cases like this. So, lie next to each other? And, uh, press your legs together... Oh, I see. Lie straight, both of you, legs together. Yeah, like that."

It was definitely tighter. Maybe it would have worked; but by this point I was getting a mite disappointed, which didn't help. And having Jim standing there with his presumably enormous cock...

That would do it.

"Jim..."

"Mmm?"

"How hot are you?"

"Very hot. The moment you leave, I'm coming back up here and jerking off a few times."

"Don't need to wait."

Jim looked to Renna. "My lady?" She shrugged.

He pulled his pants down. He actually looked a little ridiculous there because he was nearly hairless inside his underwear line, but there was nothing ridiculous about his cock. It was large. Larger than mine, but not insanely large like a horse or an elephant.

That he didn't have a huge advantage gave me courage, and seeing him stroke himself watching us fucking helped, and seeing Renna eye him helped too. I tapped out on her hip, "Want him?"

And she shook her head. That was enough. Even with all of the difficulties, she was mine. I grew enough to kind of fill her, and I came hard and long. She almost came a second time, and kept going after I was softening. "So close, so close..."

"Get off, we can do hands again."

So she slid off next to me. I was about to start with my hands when I realized I could try something I'd dreamed of. I shifted naga-form and sent a loop of tail straight into her cavernous vagina, slipping it in carefully so it always moved scaleways. Even lubed by semen, that would get nasty going the wrong way. Then I spun it around like a gymnast's ribbon.

She gasped, writhed, squeezed me so hard I could barely breathe. For over a minute she held on like that, near but not over the edge, and then suddenly she came, six sharp pants and a sigh.

After extracting myself, I rolled onto her and kissed her. "I wonder, what are you going to think of this after you've changed again?"

She shrugged. "Why should I think differently?"

"Well..." And then I realized that Agau had explained this cat's property of eudaemonia after she had left. "... this cat has a built in mood, a bit like the last one you were in."

"Oh. Well, we'll see."

And then we heard Jim getting louder with his masturbation, and watched, bemused. I hadn't seen male masturbation in years, and Renna never. He finished with a few shudders, collecting the semen in his other hand. I kissed Renna again, and whispered. "I'm glad you stuck with me."

"Me too. But would you have let me?"

"Under the circs, yeah."

She held me to her for I don't know how long. Jim cleaned himself, closed up his pants, and coughed. "So. I can't really leave you here, and I do have somewhere to go kind of soonish. So if you could wrap it up?"

We got up and slowly dressed, Renna frowned at what was oozing out of her, threatening to mat up her fur. Jim said carelessly, "Go ahead, get the towel dirty. It was worth it."

We were still logey with satiation as we descended.

As we were about to go, Jim said, "See you soon, I guess."

Renna replied, "And next time, may she", she gestured to herself, "be unattached." It was a surprisingly seriously stated wish, almost a blessing.

Walking back to the refitter's was quick. Our call had already come in; they had the body all ready, no known hitches. Agau was still busy. The greeter sent Renna to the shower before returning the body. She must have known that we had done something, if only from the degree of Renna's dishevelment, but she didn't make a deal out of it - whatever happened outside their establishment was not their business, as long as the body remained in good condition.