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This story was written for Serling as part of my patreon request days for July. It contains F/Solo sexual acts and TF-tangential lewdness. :3

Anything, Anytime

Kacey smiled as she saw the note waiting for her on the breakfast table, a bowl and her favourite cereal already laid out beside a jug of milk, resting in an ice-bath to ensure it remained cool. She padded over to it, the otter's robe open at the front but no-one else present in the house to admire what it left on display, and giggled as she read it.

'Get ready for a surprise later on. I love you.'

As she set down the note once more and moved to take her seat and begin eating breakfast, Kacey looked around the kitchen for anything out of the ordinary. Anything not in its normal place or something that she didn't actually remember buying or owning. Perhaps most women might have assumed that by a surprise their partner would mean a date night, or a gift, or some other kind loving offering when they returned home from work that evening. But other women weren't married to the same man as Kacey, and other women didn't know what tricks and skills her partner liked to use to surprise and excite her.

Picking up her spoon and scooping up a mouthful of cereal, Kacey held it in her mouth as she swept the food items off it with her tongue. She withdrew it slowly, carefully, and held it up to observe the silvery metal. Was it exactly the same size and pattern as the rest of their cutlery? Suddenly she wasn't sure. She flicked her tongue out and licked the spoon's concave surface, then turned it and planted a soft kiss on the metal of the other side.

"Is that you, my sweet mystery of a man?"

Her husband was a shapeshifter. Capable of not only taking on different forms in terms of living creatures, but also inanimate objects. In the past she had delighted in his playful surprises. Taking a mid-afternoon break from some work in the garden to slip up to her bedroom and break out one of her favourite toys, Kacey had been mid-way through her second orgasm at the vibrator's behest when it had transformed into a living, fleshy cock, her husband's whole form springing forth from it while it remained buried inside her, and promptly pounding her to no fewer than three additional climaxes before his own. On another occasion he had even gone so far as to transform into a pair of her panties, waiting till she was out in public before beginning to shift and transform just enough to turn those panties into an inescapable pleasure prison, a reverse chastity belt from which Kacey could not escape the pleasurable sensations and had been forced to disguise multiple intense orgasms as she staggered and stumbled her way to the nearest public restroom.

Despite enjoying the idea of feeling the spoon quivering in her mouth though, her husband more than capable of maintaining or even enhancing his sensory capacity for pleasure while in such a form, Kacey soon simply returned to eating as if it were just a utensil. She polished off her breakfast quickly, and after washing and setting the spoon back into its drawer without any sign of life, the otter resigned herself to the fact that it was probably not the man she adored. There was however still a whole house full of potential hiding places, and Kacey was absolutely determined to find and uncover her man before he could spring whatever surprise he had planned on her. For once she would be the one to surprise him, and in the most delightful, pleasant of ways.

In the living room, Kacey sat back on the couch and spread her robe open as she gripped the TV remote in one hand. She didn't recall it looking quite so rounded at the edges. So smooth and... well, suitable for what she had in mind. It had to be him.

"What did you think? I might settle down to watch some morning TV? Lie here in my robe, maybe masturbate a little while you watched? Naughty boy. You don't get to watch, not unless you're gonna take part."

She gasped as she slipped the remote control inside herself. Spreading her lips open with one hand and guiding the device in with the other. It was thicker it looked, but the way the rubbery buttons felt as they teased and plucked at her insides... god, it had to be him.

"Oh. Oh, yes... Brandon..."

Kacey moaned to her lover as he fucked her, or rather as she made him fuck her. With every moan, every cry of pleasure and clutching convulsion of her depths she longed for him to transform. To become some wild and ravenous beast that would spend the rest of the morning breeding her in a feral-like frenzy. But he didn't. To her anguish and torment he teased her as she drove herself closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, until finally...

"Aahhh... aahhh fuck, it's not you. G-goddammit, Brandon..."

She dragged the already dripping remote control free from herself before she ended up squirting and shorting it out entirely, her gaze already wandering around the room as she wiped the remote off on the couch cushions beside her and dragged herself shakily to her feet. She half walked, half stumbled out into the hallway once more with her pussy throbbing hungrily at the denial she had visited upon it, desperate to touch herself but unwilling to give her lover the satisfaction of seeing her lose control without having first discovered him to provoke her bliss.

Upon the hallway table, next to their little used land-line phone she saw a thick permanent marker pen resting beside a pad of paper. Her pussy twitched and a gasp of desire escaped her as she looked at its smooth length, but she shook her head.

"T-too easy..."

Instead she rushed upstairs, investigating the bathroom. There were so many possible objects in there that could quite easily have been replaced by her husband's transformed self. An electric toothbrush. A wash cloth. A towel. A bottle of shampoo. Anything. He could have been absolutely anything, short of the things that simply couldn't have been removed and replaced without her noticing. In her desperation, Kacey gathered together a collection of small items and laid them out in the base of the bathtub. She cast her robe aside, and the otter scrambled into the otherwise empty, waterless tub, not masturbating with but over those objects. Picking them up one by one and rubbing them seductively between her modest breasts and all over the length of her bare, brown furred body.

When none of those dozen or so small objects revealed a shapeshifting husband within them though, the now panting, utterly frantic otter realised something. Something obvious. So obvious she couldn't believe that she had overlooked it until now.

She scrambled out of the tub, plucked her robe from the ground and raced from the bathroom. Back to her bedroom. Back to where she had risen earlier that morning and slipped out of bed and into her robe, just as she did each and every morning without even thinking. Rather than donning the robe once more however she tossed it onto the bed itself, scrambling up onto the sheets and actively straddling the soft, silky garment itself.

"You were with me all along. You'd never leave me, never risk being out of sight while I got all worked up. And you almost got me, too. You almost managed to make me lose it without finding you. B-but... there's no hiding now. It's so obvious."

She grasped a handful of the fabric and pressed it to her damp pussy, wiping off her juices upon it before laying it back down. She bunched up a firm ball of the robe's fabric and lowered herself down against it, humping and rocking, gasping breathlessly as her oh so sensitive nether regions reacted eagerly to her clit brushing back and forth over the silky material.

"I won't stop until you show yourself. I... aaahh... I'll cum, Brandon. I'll cum again, a-and again... and you won't get to feel it. Not properly. You won't get to cum with me, not unless you show yourelf."

The otter wrapped two of her fingers in the soft material of her robe and began to stroke herself with them. She rocked her hips, humping against her touch, against the robe and the shapeshifter it concealed.

"I'm not kidding. I... ah... I'm gonna cum. Please, s-show yourself, Brandon. Please. Share this with me. D-do something. Oh god. O-ohh, baby... please. Do anything."

***********

It was about half past one when the door opened and Brandon slipped inside. He chuckled as immediately the smell hit him. The scent of sex.

"Kay, baby? Surprise! I got a text from the office just before I headed out, I was only needed for a half day. If you're decent, I thought we could go take a nice walk. Maybe go spend the afternoon in the city park, then grab some dinner?"

From somewhere upstairs the shapeshifter, currently in the form of a lean, handsome wolf, heard a ragged moan. He smirked, and as his clothes melted into his fur to expose a naked body with a rock hard, seven inch cock at the ready, he began to trot upstairs towards his wife. Soon he was at the bedroom door, the scent of feminine sexuality now unbearable in its intoxicating presence. He growled happily, licked his lips, and stepped inside.

Lying on the bed was his wife. Naked. Legs lewdly spread out, the lips and visible flesh of her pussy red and puffy, and the fur of her crotch not to mention the sheets upon which she was lying absolutely saturated with her orgasmic wetness. Repeated, multiple bouts for sure, if the sheer quantity was any estimation. She was all but motionless as she stared up at him, head propped up on a pillow, eyes glassy and heavy lidded. But between her legs, without any explanation necessary, was the reason for her lack of reaction. A veritable mountain of objects, all glistening with her juices, wet and obviously having been used to drive her to masturbatory bliss. A couple of kitchen spoons. The TV remote control. A slender shampoo bottle. Both their toothbrushes. A hairbrush. A marker pen. Her robe. A drumstick from the kit that Brandon had gotten for Christmas several years ago and rapidly given up on. Several pairs of her underwear and one of his. Two dildos, a vibrator, and last but not least a whole cucumber.

Brandon looked at his wife in wonder. In amusement, and of course in adoration.

"Oh, baby... you thought I was hiding from you?"

She whimpered softly. Nodded, tried to speak, but simply moaned incoherently in her blissful fatigue. The shapeshifter chuckled.

"Silly thing. Look at your poor pussy... so overworked. You probably wouldn't even be in the mood now that I am back. Not even if I promised you your absolute favourite..."

He opened his mouth a little wider as his voice trailed off, and his tongue flopped out. A tongue that grew in length, and twisted and wriggled in intricate patterns in the air as if to show off its dexterity.

Kacey groaned. She truly was exhausted. Utterly spent from her frenzied hours of masturbation, ever more manic and desperate to find her lover with each futile though orgasmically gleeful failure. And yet... still the otter felt her toes curl as she watched the wolf crawl up onto the bed, his tongue wriggling its way up the length of her trembling legs, winding around and around her left limb as it grew closer and closer to her overworked nether regions.

"I... I'm n-never too tired. Never not ready for... f-for you, my love."

She moaned to her husband, shuddering in over-stimulated bliss as he wriggled his vast, long tongue into her, meaning every word no matter how much it made her body ache just to speak them.

"Anything you can do to me, a-anytime. I know I'll love it, Brandon. Because it's you. My sweet mystery of a man. And I love you, w-with all my... oh god. Oh god, t-that tongue, Brandon. Oh my... oh my f-fucking god. Yes!"

By Jeeves

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