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After five hours of driving, Kiera finally parked the van in front of an enormous lodge. It was big at two floors, but would still be mighty cozy considering the amount of Ruttweiler crew members who RSVP'd. The four mammals stepped out of the van to stretch their limbs and take in the fresh winter air. “Damn," was all Julie could say. “How's Rudd able to afford this?"

“The movie's taking off," Doe replied. “I read an article in FilmBark Magazine. Rudd's a hot commodity now. Lot of other porn actors wanna collaborate with him and Hunter. I'm pretty sure when he told the landlord his name, the guy offered it to him with an extra blowjob."

“Gods, it really feels like we're approaching a new era. The studio's gonna be getting busier. Right, Hunter?... Hunter?"

Hunter hardly heard them, feeling the wind in her fur, the smell of freshly fallen snow hitting her flat nose. The leopard licked her jowls, instinct overwhelming her. Kiera chuckled, “Looks like someone's in their natural habitat."

Doe clopped toward the feline and gently grasped her shoulders. “Eeeaaasy now, kitten. Your human mind's not used to this kind of instinct connection. We can play in the snow after we check out the cabin."

“I wanna find another leopard," Hunter said absentmindedly, animal neurons taking over. “I-I wanna breed her right here. I wanna watch my cum freeze on her fur. I-I'll find us a cave where I can watch her give birth to— to our cubs!"

“Whoooaaa," Kiera exclaimed while waving her paw over her nose. “I can fuckin' smell her from here."

“She's just going into feral synchronicity," Julie said calmly. “Allison came up with the term. She felt it when she and Sven rutted in the snow too."

“C'mon, you were never that bad, were you Julie?"

“Remember the ball of yarn incident?"

“Oh yeah," the skunk replied flatly. She remembered the ball of yarn incident all too well...

Doe snapped her hooftips in front of the snow leopard, creating a loud thunderclap that woke Hunter up from her fugue state. “Hey hey hey. What's your mom's name?"

Hunter blinked. “B-Barbara..."

“And where were you born?"

“Uh... Denver, Colorado... Whoa." The leopard swayed, almost losing her balance. “What was that??"

“Julie just said the whole spiel, but natural-born anthros get it too on rare occasions. When we do certain actions our feral ancestors did, chemicals release in our brains. I'm sure you felt it a little when you tasted that carrot juice in your bunny form. Most of the time it's just a standard dopamine rush, but every now and then, someone really gnaws on a bone for an hour or milks their breasts during work. I never saw someone get into that state just from air, but Julie said you humans are extra-sensitive to some of that stuff."

“Fuck. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry."

“Hey, no worries. We can indulge on your instinctual overload later. Besides, you'll get your chance to breed a needy feline soon enough." Doe eyed Julie, who blushed under her fur and shyly tucked her tail between her legs.

“You guys visit for one minute and you're already talking about breeding each other." The girls' ears perked at the voice. They turned to find Rudd on the porch, tail wagging happily at their arrival.

“Well look who's already here," Doe teased. “How many cocks did you have to suck to rent this place?"

“Just one," he replied curtly. "One's all you need." Doe laughed and came in to greet the canine with a friendly hug. The other three walked up the porch to greet their director. “So, how was the drive?"

Kiera stretched her arms. “Long. But fun. Nothing like some quality girl time."

“Heh, you certainly spent some quality girl time in front of all those cameras, huh?" Wyler immediately brought up his phone to show off numerous social media posts of their mating session that the paparazzi took.

Doe made a half-laugh, half-scoff. “For your information, that was Hunter's idea. She's getting the hang of being the center of attention."

The rottweiler stared back at the snow leopard. “Are you now."

Hunter purred back at the canine. “You're the one who chose me, Mister Director. You got the nose for latent star power, don't you?"

“Hehe. Touché." The two smiled warmly at each other before Rudd finally opened the front door. “Right. How about I give you ladies a tour of the place."

Wyler led the four girls to the living room. As he guided them around, the girls whispered to each other. “Where did all this chemistry come from?" Julie asked Hunter.

“What chemistry?"

“You and Wyler. I know you two spent the night together, but I didn't think you were like that around him."

“Like what? And hey, Doe's fucked him too, you don't tease her about chemistry."

Doe clicked her tongue at the big feline. “Uh-uh, sorry, hun. This isn't the same. My flings with Rudd have always been casual. You are chasing his tail like a wittle puppy."

“Really??"

“I can hear you, y'know," Rudd said flatly. The girls flinched.

“Damn your canine hearing," Doe winced, bringing the rotty to chuckle to himself.

“I'll admit, our mating was more passionate than my usual ruts, but we've agreed to keep things professional between us. I'm just giving our new star a proper introduction to mating season. She'll need it for her upcoming roles, after all."

Hunter giggled like a schoolgirl. “You're such a nerd, Rudd."

Rudd winked and clickied his tongue, turning back to continue the tour. Doe, Julie, and Kiera gave each other knowing glances, not believing the two for a second. Kiera decided to break the silence first. “So who else is here?"

Wyler tapped his chin. “Well, Francesca and Pete couldn't make it. They're both spending mating season with their significant others. Mila and Gayle can only come on the last day. You know how gators are in weather like this... Jordana's on her way, as are Nick, Flissa, and Jonah. Oh! And my two surprise guests are already here."

Julie's ears stood up. “Surprise guests?"

As if on cue, the door to the kitchen behind Rudd opened, where a male brown-furred husky and a female arctic fox emerged. Julie and Kiera screamed and rushed in to hug the couple and jump up and down with them. “OH MY GODDDD, YOU CAME!!"

Hunter tilted her head. “Who're they?"

“That's Sven and Allison Frost," Doe answered. Hunter's eyes lit up at the revelation. She'd heard all sorts of things about Allison Frost, who was the first recorded human sighting, the one that started all the rumors and conspiracy theories about the human world for anthro culture. She would've very nearly proven it if Sven hadn't mated with her, unknowingly sending her on the path to becoming an anthro arctic fox. Hunter never thought in a million years she'd meet another ex-human besides Julie. Now here was quite possibly the original ex-human, the one Julie met online and helped kickstart her transformation fetish. In a way, Hunter owed her new life to the fox just as much as she did to Julie and Rudd.

“Holy shit, you two look so different up close!" beamed Kiera. “And Sven, my man, you gained some muscle!"

“Hahah! I pull heavier sled to afford raising new pup," the husky gloated with a heavy Scandinavian accent. “And you guys! You look spectacular without webcam filter! Beautiful mammals, both of you!"

Allison kissed her mate, her own tail wagging recklessly. Julie was still in shock at seeing her longtime online friends in the fur for once. “What're you guys doing here?"

“Well, after your movie premiered, we got a whole bunch of interview requests. People are looking back at our story with new eyes. They believe us now! And that bull you work for, Stud? He called us up suggesting it'd be good promo for your movie if I got interviewed at Rutfest and talked about how your work related to our experience. After Sven and I dropped Astrid and Terra off at cub care, we called up Rudd asking if he could help us surprise you two!"

“That's unbelievable!" Julie almost yelled with how much enthusiasm she was filled with. “Oh fuck, and you saw the movie! Wh-What did you guys think?"

“Well first of all, you were incredible," the arctic fox beamed. “Both of you! Probably your best work yet."

Sven was next to respond. “Was unreal. Film took me back to when I first find Allison. Seeing other folks enjoy it was, how you say... catharsis! Everyone who called our story hoax now apologize. Markiet, filthy mutt who insulted Allison, he knelt down for forgiveness, said movie opened his eyes. And his cock."

“We've just been getting messages non-stop," Allison continued. “All of them really supportive. I genuinely didn't think we'd live to see the..." The fox stopped herself when she turned and noticed Hunter standing behind the couple. She walked past them and stopped in front of the leopard, nose twitching and sniffing her scent. “Oh my god... You must be Hunter."

Hunter smiled nervously and scratched the back of her head. “That's me... Julie's told me lots about you."

“And me, you. In fact, Julie tells me you're still dayjobbing in the human world. How are things over there? I've been out of the loop for about a decade now."

A decade?! Hunter thought in shock. The human side of her mind could hardly fathom the kinds of changes she'd go through after living here for ten years. Hunter's life had already become something completely different from how it was before in the span of less than a month, and even then she was burning the candle at both ends by balancing her anthro existence with her human duties. Julie also changed quite a bit across the six years she's been here, but Allison? She was the real deal. A woman who fully committed to the anthro world, not just starting a new life but a new family on top of that, with the cubs she gave birth to to prove it. Hunter could only imagine where she'd be in ten years.

The leopard shook her head, realizing she hadn't responded in a good thirty seconds. “Oh! Well, y'know how it is. Earth is on fire, everyone's in debt, hell there was a whole pandemic that happened while you were away. We all couldn't go outside for over a year."

“Seriously??!" Allison shouted. Hunter's gaze bore no trace of subterfuge, bringing the vixen's tail to droop. “Jeez, seems more and more that I left at the right time." The fox beckoned her husband over, “Isn't that right, my darling."

Sven growled sultrily at his darling vixen. “Seem more and more gods intervene to bring me soulmate." He rubbed his muzzle against hers lovingly. Allison nuzzled him back.

“Mmmmrr, and I don't regret it for a second." The two kissed a little longer before turning attention back to Hunter. “You were wonderful in the film, by the way, Hunter. It wasn't just me and Julie's influence. You share the same passion for transformation we have. I could feel it in every shot."

“Oh yes," Sven continued. “You really captured wild human curiosity. Especially in first segment. Almost put me in human's shoes. Heh, if only Allison could make me mighty wolf."

“Aw, stop!" Allison laughed, lightly hitting the husky's massive pecs with her dainty paw. “You're perfect exactly how you are, my darling. No change necessary."

“Heheh. You were perfect even when human. Making you foxy sweetheart was just icing on cake." He kissed her forehead, and Allison melted in his furry embrace. Hunter felt warmhearted at the display. And she thought Kiera and Julie were in love.

“Th-Thank you," Hunter said, flushing in front of the couple. “It means a lot, knowing I did this feeling justice."

Allison lightly giggled. “No need to worry about doing it justice. You're one of us, now. We can't wait to see what else you do."

A thump interrupted the conversation, startling the group. Outside, a pile of snow sloshed down from the awning and fell onto the backyard patio. Hunter felt a shiver in her fur at the noise. She turned to the window and saw the backyard for the first time. It was a beautiful, sparkling, wide open snowfield, blanketing a small hill and glistening in the sun like diamond dust. A line of drool seeped from her jaws, staring slackmuzzled at the sight while her tail began to sway in a trancelike rhythm.

Allison leaned in close to her, “You know, living in the arctic with Sven took some getting used to for me too. Many days we'd just breed and rut on top of a frozen lake, against a tree, in an ice cave—"

“Nyaahh!" Hunter moaned and reached her paw down her pants, instincts rearing their head again. Allison and Sven turned to Doe. “I guess she hasn't been desensitized to her instincts yet."

“It's worse," Doe flatly responded. “She changes forms each visit and has to deal with a new set of instincts before getting used to the old ones. It's great for the camera, don't get me wrong, but damn..."

Allison turned to Sven, “Baby, you mind if I fix Hunter up?"

“Not at all, sweetheart." The husky pecked his fox on the cheek before returning to Rudd. “Let's give girls space to play."

Julie, Kiera, and Doe nodded as they followed Sven and Rudd for the rest of the cabin tour while Allison led Hunter out to the backyard.

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Outside, the crisp, frozen air nipped at their fur. Allison shut her eyes and took a deep breath of it, letting herself give in to what she had spent years learning to suppress. A low growl rumbled from her throat as her bushy tail started to wag. “Ooohh, this brings me back," she groaned before taking off her pants. Hunter's eyes nearly bulged as the fox stripped to her bare fur, going completely naked in the cold air. The sight lit a fuse in her feline brain that she should be doing the same. Clothes were for people. She wasn't a people— not now, at least. Today, she was a beast.

Hunter voraciously ripped her winter clothes off, feeling the wind brush her fur and her cock. Allison stared at the barbed tool. “Mmmm, you got a fun form, this time." Hunter's jowls watered, seeing the fox's engorged nipples grow even stiffer in the cold. Her fur was as white as the snow itself, marked only by a subtle black tip on the end of her bushy tail. She looked absolutely exquisite. The snow leopard's cock fully emerged from its sheath, pulsing with need and drooling hot pre that steamed as it hit the frosty patio.

“You know what Sven did to ease me into my vulpine instincts?" Allison started. "He'd blindfold me and drop me off in the forest, completely naked in the snow."

“Mmmmuuuhhhrrr..." was all Hunter could respond with. The vixen smiled.

“When I took the blindfold off, I had to use everything this body gifted me with to track him. Scent, hearing, feeling for his pawprints with my own pads..." The fox took a step back from the patio and onto the snow itself, those very pads softly crunching up the white powder beneath. Hunter's ear twitched, hearing that crunch and registering it in her mind, already feeling what the fox was talking about. “And when I found him, I'd have to chase him through the trees and use every reflex at my disposal to keep from losing my prey... It wasn't until I pinned him down and bit his shoulder that we got to mate."

Allison extended her arm to beckon the leopard forward. Hunter nodded and took a step, feeling her pads crush the soft particles of frost as well. She shuddered at the touch, the connection that she felt to her feral counterparts. It was like receiving the most tender massage after falling down a mountain. Hunter chuffed once more, tail swaying.

“Close your eyes, sweetie, or we won't mate. The hunt has to be fair, okay?" Hunter did just that, wanting to feel the thrill of the hunt herself. “Very good. Now count to 20. And don't just count to ten and then skip to twenty when you think I'm gone. I have vulpine ears, I can hear everything." Hunter nodded obediently as she let darkness engulf her vision. “Good girl... Ready when you are~"

Hunter began to count, and in doing so, her ears swiveled, hearing the fox's pads bound through the snow as quietly and quickly as possible. Her scent created a line in the feline's mind's eye, able to track the fox without even opening her eyes. Her heart pounded. She wanted to be an apex predator, to beat the fox in her own game and claim her reward, show her that the leopard was the queen of the snow.

“...Twenty." Her eyes shot open, seeing a trail of paw prints leading to a sparse forest a quarter-mile away. It was an obvious misdirect. Her senses told her so. Any predator could tell. Hunter knelt down on all fours – fuuuck, that feels good – and sniffed at the impression. The scent was slightly distinct from the one her fur gave. She may use that to her advantage. And then, brain short circuiting, Hunter did something she never thought she'd do:

She licked the snow, tasting the impression of Allison's pads. It smelled and tasted of floor polish, the kind that the landlord of the cabin used to clean the place before renters arrived. Hunter grinned. Allison had spent far too long inside that lodge barepawed. The fox won't know what hit her.

The snow leopard suddenly sprinted down the field, her breasts and erection jostling in the air without any kind of bra or underwear to keep them secure. Such discomforts were of no concern to the feline, focused solely on the thrill of the hunt. She growled happily, the connection to her new kind growing stronger. Hunter imagined herself abandoning civilization entirely, needing only her senses, the gifts of nature, and a breedable mate to sustain herself. Her legs moved faster than they ever had as a human, her digitigrade stance allowing her to bound from one step to another with maximum ease, claws digging into the dirt beneath the snow to ensure she doesn't slip. Once more, her tail was her friend, her guiding star, keeping her balanced and connected to the natural world around her.

For once, Hunter truly lived up to her given name. She was powerful. She was swift. She was free.

The sound of shuffling snow hit her rounded ears, forcing her to stop and skid on the snow. She stayed completely silent and still, allowing her senses to guide her. The trail of prints seemed to go on, but somehow the scent was stronger here. She must have circled around. Thought she could buy herself some time in the confusion. Allison underestimated the wrong leopard.

Hunter kept running, pretending to keep following the trail, but managed to use her feline reflexes to hop up a tree while turning a corner and climb it silently and gracefully. She waited atop the branch, watching for one more slip up. Time moved faster for the predator, minutes feeling like seconds as she waited patiently for the arctic fox to slip up. Her wide cat's eyes scanned the snow and the surrounding trees for a sign, anything that could alert her to the presence of—

A dark shape in the snow swayed slightly. Hunter's eyes widened before looking closer... It appeared that the end of Allison's tail was sticking out of the snow. Of course! She buried herself and used her fur to camouflage within the powdery veil. Hehehe, good strat. Soo bad she wasn't careful about that black tip on her tail or she would've seriously fooled me. Silently, Hunter leaped to another tree, and then another, before finally balancing on a thin branch right above the hiding fox.

Unfortunately, the branch was too thin and it creaked just loud enough under the leopard's mighty frame. Vulpine ears twitching at the noise, Allison bolted out from under the snow and sprinted again. Hunter lunged from the branch and began the pursuit. The vixen was just as fast on the snow as the leopard, both species very much designed for this habitat. But where Hunter had a mighty musculature, Allison was lithe, small, agile. She expertly made sharp turns and leaps above bushes to throw the feline off.

Hunter didn't mind at all. She had never felt such adrenaline, never had so much fun being outdoors. Video games were nothing compared to this body! Though one of her old favorites, Left 4 Dead, did give her an idea on how to close the distance between her and the fox. 'Cause while Smokers could grab survivors with their tongues and Boomers could spit bile... Hunters could pounce. Putting all her strength on her hindpaws, Hunter slammed on her digitigrade legs and pounced at the fox, tackling her and sending their naked bodies tumbling in the snow.

They finally lied still, the snow leopard now firmly on top of the arctic fox. Hunter chuffed at the panting vulpine and smiled smugly. “I win."

“Mmm, fast learner. No wonder everyone saw something in you."

“Heh, yeah. I, uh... I've never stayed in an anthro body longer than a day so... I really needed this. Thank you."

“No problem... Ah~" They both looked down and found that Hunter's barbed cock was rubbing against Allison's vulpine folds. The two of them shuddered. “Wanna claim your prize, Hunter?"

“Do I..." Without hesitation, Hunter thrust into the fox's snatch, barbs latching onto her inner walls to properly claim the bitch. Allison yipped like a feral with each pump, tail thrashing in the snow underneath her. Hunter leaned further in, smooshing her tits against the fox's. Milk dribbled out of Allison's nipple.

“Yi-ah! Ah, my bad. I guess even during mating season, my body tells me I should be breastfeeding my newborn pup."

“Mmrrr, I can be your pup for today." The leopard leaned in and suckled on Allison's breast. The fox moaned as her feline lover relieved her of ache and need. Much like when she drank the carrot juice as a bunny, the milk was like golden ambrosia to the big cat. Her rough tongue lapped it up, grooming Allison's tit fur with its sandpaper texture as she suckled more and more, harder and harder, all while thrusting and pleasuring her claim.

“YIP! YIP! Rrrrf!!" The white fox bit her lip, trying to stifle another yip. Her human mind with its decades of being taught chaste monogamy subconsciously told her she should be ashamed of openly fucking someone that wasn't her husband—her mate. But of course, the mind that called him mate, the anthro mind with its feral trappings and naughty proclivities, told her to not only take the leopard's seed inside of her but find some way to keep it in her vent, finger herself at the right time, and rub the feline ladycum in Sven's muzzle to tease him into breeding her harder.

Hunter's entire groin tingled with sexual pleasure, rutting her prey like a feral and showing it who the real predator was. Temperature wise, their body heat and the cold snow and air surrounding them canceled each other out, allowing them to breed with full energy and without any sweat matting their fur.

“I'm— ahhh!! I'm gonna cummmmm!!! YIP! YIP! YIP!!!"

“Mrew!" Hunter let go of the vixen's breast to fully commit to thrusting harder and harder into her snatch. "Mmmmmrrrroooowww, yeah! Take it! Take my litter!"

"OH, YES! Right there! Ram my bean! Make me carry your young!" Allison panted like a satisfied feral, stuffed full of cock like any female should be! She looked up at the milk dribbling out of Hunter's muzzle, dropping out and landing right into her flat tongue. The fox savored it, tasting her own breastmilk for the first time and moaning from how something so delicious could come out of her body.

"GRAAUURR! You're mine, you slut! I want your husband to watch us mate and seethe with envy~"

"YIP! YIP! Yyaaahh, Hunterrrrr!!!"

"Mrrraaawwrr, Allisonnnn!!"

"I— I wanna drink from you too!"

Hunter chuffed at the suggestion. "Mrrr, go right ahead~"

Allison reached her arms out to grope Hunter's chest. Her paws squeezed at the leopard's tits, causing rivulets of feline milk to spill out of her and freeze into a slush when it made contact with the crisp cold air. The vixen eagerly stuck her tongue out to catch as much of it as she could. Hunter brought her own paws to her tits and helped Allison squeeze them harder, leaking all over her own leopard pelt and dribbling down onto the fox's own milky-white fur. They both moaned at the cavalcade of taste and sensation, feeling the pleasure from their taste buds rush into the nerve-endings of their groins!

"YIPYIPYIPYIPYIP!!! Annnghhhh! I'm almost there! Finish me! Make me yooouuurrsss!!"

"Grrrgh! I'm trying, bitch!" Hunter thrust harder, the two almost sliding on each other from all the juices that had covered their pelts. Allison yipped harder with each tug of the barbs clinging in her folds, feeling thoroughly overwhelmed by the onslaught the feline's body provided. Hunter rode on the endorphins her brain produced, desperately wanting to breed this silly little fox and show her what a true predator was. "RRRROOOWWWWR, YES! THAT'S IT! GONNA... CUUUUUUUUUUUM!"

Hot lightning flashed in both their nethers, the two expelling their juices in unison. Whatever feline seed that leaked out was so hot it melted off some of the snow around them. The two of them, predator and prey, panted equally at the energy they expended.

“Hah... Ah... That was my first time with a feline cock."

“Really~"

“Oh yeah. Those barbs were nice. Not quite as good as my mate's knot, but I see the appeal."

“Heh. To be fair, I've also found myself very much addicted to a good knot, this mating season."

“Ahh, so you and Rudd have mated."

“Did he tell you?"

“No. I could tell by the way he talked about you. His tail spun like a propeller whenever you came up. Sven was the same way whenever he introduced me to his coworkers."

“Oh... Wow..." By now the discrepancy in Rudd's behavior was obvious. He put up a solid front, but this time of year had brought his inner feelings to the surface. Hunter rationalized it as just typical mating season lust, but according to Allison and all of Hunter's costars, it seemed like he was genuinely smitten. Hunter didn't know what to do with that. Even as she was starting to fuck more guys and get more in touch with her feminine side, she had never been truly desired by a guy the same way Carla used to want her back home, let alone one was who was from a different world and was a different species. Now here was Allison, a relative stranger, telling her the way Rudd talked about her reminded the fox of her husband.

It wasn't all daunting, though. She enjoyed being with the rottweiler, and she enjoyed his knot very much. But there was still so much more beneath the surface that Rudd kept locked away, so much that Hunter still didn't know. The leopard would have to keep in mind ways to set boundaries or at least open him up a little before making any serious moves. Even so, she was more than happy to continue exploring with the canine. Whatever they wound up becoming, he was a great director and a good friend. That was valuable regardless of whether it evolved from there.

Both their ears flicked at the sound of another car approaching the cabin. “We should head back," Hunter finally rationalized, dislodging her member from the fox's hole. Allison gasped a little as the barbs unlatched from her inner walls and the cock slid out. She let out a nice, content breath when she was freed from their grasp, though.

“Ahhh, that was fun. Every anthro remembers their first mating season. I'm glad I could be part of yours."

“Me too... Hey, when was the last time you celebrated Christmas?"

“Oh gosh, probably during my last year as a human."

“Well, I brought some presents for the crew to celebrate with them. If only Rudd told me you were coming, I would have gotten you something."

“Mmm, let's say this hunt we shared counts as our Christmas gifts to each other."

“Meow. Works for me." Hunter smiled and chuffed, already satisfied with yet another wonderful mating season day.