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A low pitched growl pulled Celine from her reading, and she looked over the top of her book to see a familiar outline standing on the porch outside her cabin's screen door.

Smiling, she bookmarked her page and stood up.

"Afternoon, neighbor," she greeted the unexpected--but not unwelcome--visitor. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Rrrrrrrowr," the figure on the other side of the door replied.

Celine undid the latch, and the mountain lion wasted no time in pushing his way inside. His fur was the color of sand, and Celine couldn't help but admire the majestic way his muscles rippled beneath his hide with every step he took.

The cougar, which she had taken to calling Atlas, had been visiting Celine semi-regularly for the past four years. He wasn't the first of the forest's residents she had managed to befriend, but he was the one she was most proud of. While none of the woodland creatures had been chomping at the bit to accept her as one of them, Atlas had been particularly resistant--and openly hostile.

Luckily, Celine had certain...methods...of making them come around.

As usual, Atlas made his way over to the cauldron that sat empty in Celine's kitchen, and sniffed it. Celine had spent the morning brewing a potion that, when she poured it on her garden outside, would cause the vegetables and herbs to grow with magical properties. When Atlas was convinced there was nothing in there for him to eat--there never was, but he never left it unchecked--he turned to the couch Celine had just been lounging on and jumped onto it.

Celine chuckled under her breath. "Oh? I wouldn't say no to some company while I read."

She settled back down next to Atlas. While she wasn't able to spread herself out across it the way she liked, the mountain lion's warmth and surprisingly soft fur made up for that. As soon as she was seated, Atlas pressed himself against her, cuddling with the twenty six year old witch like a giant housecat.

Celine beckoned to her book--a thick, ancient tome with Ad Somnium intra Somnium written across the cover in ink older than any living civilization--and it floated off the table and into her outstretched hand. With her other hand, she ran her fingers though Atlas' pelt. He purred at her touch, a sound that made Celine's entire couch vibrate, and within minutes he was asleep with his head in her lap.

For the next hour and a half, the two of them enjoyed each other's company. Page after leathery old page turned beneath Celine's bright green eyes, her thirst for new magic drinking in every word. But as the sun set behind the mountainous horizon, and the witch snapped her fingers to make the nearby oil lamp ignite...

Celine gasped softly as something rubbed against the crotch of her denim shorts. Raising up her book to get a better view, she saw that Atlas had woken up from his catnap--and had developed a keen interest in the spot between her legs.

She smirked. "I had a feeling you didn't come by just to take a nap."

Atlas looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, and Celine felt her heart begin to beat faster. She had planned to get some work done tonight. Brew a couple more potions that needed moonlight as a key ingredient, see if the females in her bat farm had given birth yet, try yet again to commune with the--Atlas' tongue dragged across the denim of her shorts again, and she couldn't help but shiver. In an instant, her mind was made up. It had been months since she'd had what she'd taken to calling a wild night, and with Atlas clearly showing his interest...

"Mmm," she hummed, setting her book down so she could run both her hands across Atlas' head while he continued to soak her shorts. "You knew I needed this as soon as you walked through my door, didn't you? Well, who am I to deny nature's call?"

With that she stood up. Atlas sprang down onto the floor, and Celine let her eyes roam across his wild feline form. Her lips rose in a grin when she saw the faintest hint of red poking out from the fuzzy sheath on Atlas' underbelly.

Stripping off her shirt and dropping it to the floor, Celine made her way into the kitchen. Her ample breasts bounced with every step, and her nipples were already hard with the anticipation of what was coming next. Halfway to the kitchen, her shorts--the crotch soaked through with mountain lion saliva--fell to the floor too, and two steps later her panties joined them. Celine's womanhood tingled with excitement.

She reached up to open the cabinet, and as her hands wrapped around the glass test tube inside, a soft, warm mass pressed against Celine from behind. She looked down to see Atlas rubbing his body against hers. Standing upright like she was, he came up to around her waist, and the sensation of his fur sliding across the bare skin of her hips and butt made another pleasant shiver run down Celine's spine.

"Come here, my beautiful boy," she said, moving to an empty spot on the floor and sitting down. With the beaker still grasped in one hand, Celine reached out and wrapped her arms around Atlas as he joined her. Sitting like this, they were at eye level with each other. Celine pulled the cougar close, pressing her naked chest against him. Her nipples practically cried out in joy as they touched him. His fur was velvety soft, but just coarse enough that rubbing them in tiny circles made a happy whimper escape her lips.

Celined pressed her face into Atlas' neck, letting his scent fill her nostrils. He smelled of the forest, where the rules and expectations of humanity didn't apply. He smelled of virility, of feral masculinity. Running her hands up and down his back, Celine felt every miniscule shift of his muscles, filled to the brim with the strength that one needed to survive in the wild. Atlas was a predator. He could tear Celine limb from limb and not even break a sweat. But there was another side to him, one that Celine alone knew about. Celine had been the one to tease it out of him bit by bit, slowly building his trust with pleasure and instinct. A tender, loving side of the wild beast.

Celine drew in a shuddery breath as Atlas' rough feline tongue found the side of her neck, and dragged its way to the end of her shoulder. She craned her neck back, trying to give him better access, but the wild cougar's attention was drawn elsewhere. Leaning forward, he began sniffing around Celine's collarbone, his tongue occasionally sliding out to give it a lick, and then moved lower.

"Ooohhhh, spirits divine," Celine sighed in bliss as that tongue found one of her breasts. While his fur had been soft and delicate on her nipple, his tongue was rough and coarse, and the sensation of it sliding over her sensitive little nub sent a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. Breathing heavily, her chest heaving, she put her hands on the back of Atlas' head and pulled him closer, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. He was only too happy to comply, and in less than a minute Celine was moaning and fighting the urge to squirm. Her womanhood had grown swollen and wet, and she could feel her own fluids trickling down from her opening and across her lower buttocks to pool on the floor.

"My lovely boy," she breathed into his ear. "My wonderful, beautiful boy."

By then a smell that even Celine's human nose could detect was filling the air. Leaving her breast, Atlas followed the scent to between her legs, which his prior attentions had left hot, wet, and ready. Celine bit her lip and spread her legs to give him a better view, her heart hammering in her chest at the thought of what would happen next. Once again, Atlas's tongue came out, and a gasp was torn from Celine's lungs when it touched her most secret, intimate place. It started at the bottom, the tip just barely going between Selene's buttcheeks, and then it ran up and across her womanhood, delicately spreading the lips, before flicking across her clit. Then it drew back and dragged itself up her opening a second time, then a third. Celine threw her head back in ecstasy, his tongue providing exactly the right balance between smooth wetness and coarse roughness to send lightning bolts of pleasure zigzagging through her flesh.

And as the lion worked his carnal magic, Celine knew it was time to work a more literal kind. By now Atlas' member had fully emerged from his sheath. It hung bright and red below his belly, waiting patiently for its turn. Making sure to stay well within the reach of Atlas' amazing tongue, Celine leaned forward. Atlas knew immediately what was happening, and raised one leg to give the witch better access.

His cock, completely nonhuman but no less attractive for it, bobbed in the air in front of Celine's face. With her free hand she felt it, letting the tiny rigid barbs along its length dance between her fingers, and then leaned forward and gave the tip a soft kiss. Her tongue snaked out between her lips and began to caress the swollen member, and the taste of his sheer wildness made her tingle all the way to her core--which Atlas was still doing his best to reach.

Celine ran her tongue from the base of his maleness to the tip. The fleshy staff twitched, and an approving purr rumbled in Atlas' chest. Up and down, up and down, up and down she went, until her tongue found the salty taste of his feline precum dotting the tip. Then, parting her lips, she took him into her mouth. Atlas growled appreciatively, and dove into her throbbing cunny with renewed vigor. Celine licked circles around the tip of his cock, her tongue much softer than Atlas' but no less pleasurable to the virile creature. His hips began to move, and she held her head still, letting him thrust into her. Her womanly intuition told her he wouldn't last much longer, and that was good because she could feel her own orgasm building up inside of her as he licked, and lapped, his tongue slipping just the slightest bit inside her with every...every...ooo_oooohhhhh spirits!_

Celine couldn't help but cry out as pleasure flooded every inch of her body, like fire in her veins. Her pussy seemed to explode, expelling her fluids right onto Atlas and matting his fur to his face. So intense was her orgasm that she nearly forgot what she was doing. It was only tasting the first spurt of Atlas' seed that Celine's mind was brought back to reality. Yanking her head back, the salty flavor of his feline cum threatening to overwhelm her, she raised the test tube and held it up to the tip of his cock. Not a moment too soon, because as soon as it was in place another wave of his sticky white seed shot into it, and then a third. The fourth spurt was the weakest, but by then Celine had gotten more than she needed.

Celine leaned back, propping herself up off the floor with her free hand, and struggled to catch her breath. Likewise, Atlas drew himself up, panting, his breath smelling distinctly of her. After a minute of recovery, Celine got to her feet--this took some effort, since her legs were still shaking--and hurried back to the kitchen. Her body was on fire now, begging for more attention from her handsome mountain lion. She needed to hurry, not wanting to waste a single moment of this delicious passion.

She reached the counter and threw open her potion cabinet, her hand already reaching for the bottle she needed. Esse Bestiam, it said, and the bright green liquid inside sloshed invitingly as Celine undid the stopper--and then she jumped with a gasp. Atlas had followed her, and had promptly stuck his head back between her legs.

"Oh, spirits!" she moaned, her knees threatening to buckle as his tongue found her womanhood again. In one hand she had the potion. In her other, she held the glass of Atlas' seed. As his tongue drew a moan from her, she raised a shaking hand, and with some difficulty managed to pour his essence into the Esse Bestiam.

The potion immediately began to bubble and fizz, a faint hissing sound rising from the bottle. Celine moaned, leaning heavily against the counter to keep from falling, and waited for it to finish. Finally, the green liquid turned a deep blue--and Celine tipped it back and drank the whole thing in one gulp.

The magic exploded in her stomach, a fire that dwarfed even that of her orgasm earlier. It spread through her body, making her feel like every inch of her skin was aflame, but somehow not in pain. She was still oh-so-aware of Atlas' work on her womanhood, but even that was soon pushed to the back of her mind. Celine squeezed her eyes shut.

She gasped in ecstasy as the potion began its work. Starting at her belly button, sandy brown fur began to sprout from her skin. It rippled outwards, until her entire tummy was covered, and then her breasts. It spread down her legs and up her back and across her arms. When it reached her head, a strange pressure began to form somewhere behind her face--and then with a soft pop her face pushed forward into a feline muzzle. Her ears grew longer, more pointed, and migrated toward the top of her head. Her vision blurred for a second, and then came back sharper than ever as her eyes grew catlike slits.

Even as she changed, another orgasm was building inside her. If Atlas noticed the changes his human lover was going through, he didn't care. He just kept attacking that treasured spot between her legs.

Claws sprouted from the tips of Celine's fingers, and they carved grooves into the counter as she dragged them across the wood. She would need to magic those away later, but for now she didn't care. Her toes followed suit, and her legs stretched and twisted to become more suited to standing on all fours. And then the same kind of pressure she had felt in her face began to blossom at the base of her spine--and a moment later a long, feline tail erupted out of her back, swishing back and forth above Atlas' head.

Celine cried out again as her second organ crashed over her, but it wasn't a human voice that came from her mouth this time, but the roar of a mountain lion.

Her changes complete and her orgasm winding down, Celine spun to face Atlas. She wasn't a full cougar like him, but from a distance that might have been hard to tell. She could still stand on two feet, and the shape of her body was more human than animal. She still had two breasts that rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, but beneath both of them new nipples made twin rows to point at her tummy. Atlas tried to go for her pussy again, but Celine caught his head in a pawlike hand and pushed him away.

"That's enough of that, my beautiful lion," she said, her voice huskier and lower than it had been before. "You were wonderful, but I think..."

She dropped to all fours, a position that was just as natural to her as standing upright, spread her back legs, and lifted her tail.

"...that you'll enjoy this a little more."

Atlas didn't need to be invited twice. With a yowl of excitement, he reared back onto his hind legs, and came down on top of Celine. A shiver went down her spine when she felt his member poke her from behind. This was more than sex. It was a primal, savage thing that she had never been able to achieve with a human man. Animals didn't merely have sex, they fucked._They _rutted. And in doing so, they satisfied a part of Celine that nothing else could.

Celine's tail lashed back and forth in excitement, and a yowl tore from her throat as Atlus' cock finally found its mark, plunging into her waiting pussy. The warmth it radiated was pleasant at first, but then he pulled back and the barbs scraped along her inner walls, making her open her jaws wide and roar at the floor. It hurt, but it was a good pain. It was exactly what her new feline body wanted--needed--and she wouldn't have wished for him to be gentler even if he could have been. Out, then in again, his maleness stimulating places inside her sensitive pussy that her fingers could never hope to reach.

She felt Atlas press the side of his head against hers, and a moment later his sharp feline teeth bit down on her shoulder. She cried out again, the heat inside her reaching scalding new heights. He was claiming her as his mate. She was his mate. For tonight, until the potion wore off and she changed back, she would be only too happy to fill that role just as he filled it for her.

Atlas thrust into Celine with wild abandon. The tenderness he had shown her earlier was gone, and only animalistic lust remained. Celine squeezed her eyes shut, the pleasure building, the pressure rising, until...

She let out a roar so loud that birds roosting in trees miles away took flight in panic, and grazing deer bolted. And at that same moment, Atlas released his seed into her. The way his cock pulsed rhythmically within her told Celine all she needed to know, and a new warmth spread through her lower belly. Her arms and legs shook, and she collapsed on the cabin floor with Atlas still on top of her. For a few minutes, they both just laid there, gasping for breath, basking in each other's presence. Then Celine craned her head around until she was looking straight into Atlas' eyes, and gave him a tender kiss on the snout.

"Thank you for that, my wonderful, beautiful mate," she whispered.

Pulling his softening cock out of her, Atlas began to run his tongue across Celine's back--not in a sexual way this time, but to groom his mate. Celine began to purr as he slowly and lovingly massaged her weary body.

But then another kind of rumble filled the cabin, and Atlas tilted his head at Celine in surprise. Celine gave him a self-conscious smile.

"Yes, well, I didn't exactly have time to make dinner while I was...entertaining you."

She knew that, even in her bestial form, Atlas couldn't understand her. Luckily, the bond between mates--even temporary mates--went deeper than mere words. Atlas stood up, shaking himself a little, and made for the cabin door. The look in his eyes spoke to Celine clear as day: My mate will never go hungry. I will hunt for you.

Smiling, Celine stood up on all fours and padded over to him. While she could still walk on two, being on four made her feel closer to Atlas. With her still mostly-human hands, she opened the door, and the two of them sprinted into the moonlit forest.

Celine's human life could wait a few hours.

Tonight, she would let herself be wild.