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Sola stood naked, mesmerized by her reflection in the clear water of the bathhouse's marble floor when Bjorn barged in with a handful of towels. She didn't react--her adolescence spent in the temple bathhouses had conditioned her to her own nakedness--until the middle-aged wolf cleared his throat, paw shielding the periphery of his gaze as he placed the towels on a shelf.

"Oh!" The mountain lion bent down and reached for her robe, awkwardly draping it over her shoulders. "Sorry, I guess I'm just used to--or not used to..." She trailed off.

Bjorn waved a paw. "You're fine, all things considered." He bent down to pick up a basket of dirty laundry. "You just woke up, I take it?"

"Yeah." Her gaze shifted back to her reflection.

"Figures. Next time I would use the woman's room, however."

Sola cursed under her breath as she pulled her arms through the robe. "Sorry! I just saw the sign outside the door and didn't really think twice."

"It happens," Bjorn said.

Sola tightened the sash around her midriff and squeezed past Bjorn, cheeks blushing under her fur.

"Mari had me leave some new clothes out for you!" Bjorn shouted as Sola slipped into the temple hallway. "They'll probably fit better!"

The sky outside the temple's windows was a uniform grey, the snow-dusted fir trees shuddered in the wind as the last hours of sunlight illuminated the rolling forests beyond the village. The hour was late; Sola had slept most of the day, and now the hours until the ritual could be counted on one paw. A bath would have to wait. The hallways were quiet as always, save for the creaking of centuries-old wooden floors under her paw pads. She turned and corner and opened the door to her room, her feet skidding on the floor as she came to a sudden halt.

Mari sat at the edge of the bed, her legs crossed under her robes. She looked up at Sola with a neutral expression, the bobcat as impenetrable as always.

"You look very dry for someone wearing a bathrobe."

"I--uh." Sola wasn't expecting to see her until the ritual. "Sort of got distracted."

"I'm just playing with you. I wanted to see how you were coming along, so I let myself in."

Sola suspected that Mari let herself into all kinds of places. Most people, she reasoned, don't say no to a skin-weaver. "I guess I'm doing as well as anyone under the circumstances."

"I expected no less." Mari tilted her head, the corners of her muzzle turning up into the slightest of smiles. "You look good. I mean that--really good."

Sola felt as though she just swallowed a hot cup of tea in one swig. She tried to say thank you, but all that came out was the first vowel, a single ay followed by a nervous breath. She tried again. "Well, it's your handiwork." She said, arms outstretched.

"You gave me a good place to start, though." That inscrutable expression made it impossible for Sola to tell if she was flirting. "You should get some dinner. I can have Bjorn bring you something from the dining hall. I think it's acorn bread and elk stew tonight."

"I don't think I can keep anything down," Sola said. "Nerves."

She nodded. "I understand. Just, sometimes people in your position feel awkward about going out around others so soon." Mari stood up and walked towards the door, but Sola stopped her just as she walked into the hallway.

"People?" Sola asked, her head peeking out between the gap in the door, "How often does...someone do this?"

"Every few years, the cold snap comes early, as I'm sure you know. We have to use our magic to protect the crops. This is a small village, a lot of folks are afraid of the weavers, and if a woman doesn't step forward for the ritual..." his voice trailed off, leaving Sola to fill in the rest. "If you're not going to get any food, you might want to gather yourself together and head to my cabin. It's a short walk, but the weather isn't on our side. I'll see you there after sunset. And Sola--don't worry. It'll go fine." She tipped her head and left.

Sola felt something in her chest tighten, a dozen invisible ropes wrapped around her midsection. She closed the door, her eyes unfocused. It felt like it was happening too fast and too soon. She wasn't sure how long it took for her to walk the four feet to the other side of the room to pick up her clothes, but by the time she did, she realized the sun was beginning to set.

She reached for her crumpled-up pile of clothes on the floor; Bjorn had left her a neatly-folded traditional dress, made of sealskin and cotton, and she paused as she decided between the two. She pulled off her bathrobe and unfolded the dress.

She flailed awkwardly as she stepped into the dress and pulled it up to her midriff, elbows bashing against the wood panel walls as she tried to command her breasts to sit comfortably in the hardened sealskin. The dimensions of her own body were foreign, her chest and arms and legs always seemed to end up in places she didn't expect them, and by the time she had buttoned up the back of the dress, it was dark outside.

****

_ When she first woke up, she felt a dull ache radiating through her body. It wasn't painful, but it made her feel as though she had to get up and move. She ripped the thin blanket off the bed, midday sunlight spilling over her naked body. Slowly, muscles aching in protest, she sat up. Her tail thumped against the mattress. She placed a paw under the curve of her right breast, feeling the weight under her fingers as her fingers brushed through the forest of short, tawny fur. She reached down to the curve of her thighs before moving back up to her stomach, soft rolls of her belly topping a dark expanse of wiry hair between her legs. Her heart pounding, she spread her legs and cupped a paw over herself; she felt nothing. Her body trembled. She pressed her fingers down into the forest of pubic hair until her middle finger fell upon the cleft of her labia. She stopped, perfectly still, as a sensation that could only be called serenity swept over her like a warm breeze._

****

Heavy rivulets of snow pounded down over Sola's cloak. The cold air swept across her cheeks, forcing her to bow her head as she stomped through the muddy stone path that cut through the trees. Mari was right--the cabin wasn't far off from the temple proper, but the forest had a way of swallowing a person up. The canopy choked the sun while felled tree trunks and gnarled roots came up from the earth to grab at the ankles of incautious travelers. Sola felt silky spider webs brush across her arms. The cold snap that threatened the harvest of potatoes and barley had already felled the numerous spiders who made their homes in the low-hanging branches during the fall.

The weaver's cabin was nestled in a clearing where the flickering of candlelight from foggy windows appeared as a beacon through the snowfall. Her feet slipping on the wet stonework, she opened the door and stumbled in.

She was hit with a blast of warm arm and incense, and she looked down to see Mari completely naked, drawing a sigil on the wood floor with a bowl of pigment.

"Oh!" She stopped in her tracks. "I'm so sorry I should have--"

"You're fine." The weaver smiled. "Just close the door. It's cold." The bobcat spoke in her characteristic croak as she put the bowl and sat up, tawny braids falling over her breasts. Sola was unsure if she should avert her gaze, Mari didn't seem to mind, but Sola could feel her eyes walking over every portion of the feline's nude figure.

Sola shut the door behind her and peeled off her jacket, hanging it on a peg by the door. The cabin's temperature was almost sauna-like, and the mountain lion quickly felt blood return to her extremities. "I hope I'm not late or anything. The rest of the day got away from me."

"You're right on time, actually. At the risk of sounding overly mystical, it feels like a good omen."

Mari's home was only slightly larger than the hunting lodges that pocked the outskirts of the village. Beside a crackling fireplace, there was only an unmade bed and a desk piled high with books. The red sigil drawn on the floor was over seven feet, covering most of the room. The weaver wrote across the top of the circle with her index and middle finger, a dead language Sola only recognized as the old script she saw in her family's spellbooks as a child. Mari set the bowl aside, sucking the rest of the paint from her fingertips.

"How are you adjusting?" Mari asked.

"Well, just fine, all things considered." It had only been a few hours, so it was hard for her to say anything more than that.

"You seem fairly comfortable with yourself." The weaver stood up, towering over Mari. She stretched her arms behind her back, braids falling away to show her bare chest, dark nipples peeking out from the earthy fur of her breasts. Sola let her gaze fall lower, past the ample curves of her hips to the flaccid penis that rested against her wide, muscular thighs. She was better endowed than any man Sola had seen before.

"I didn't know you were..." Sola trailed off, nodding her head downwards, letting her gaze fill in the rest of the sentence.

The weaver paused, her face expressionless, then she burst into a giggle and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "If you're trying to tastefully imply something, I wasn't born with it." It was the first time she had seen any display of emotion from Mari. "My own addition from many years ago. I did it accommodate one of my partners at the time, but I grew to like it and never switched back. No periods. It's nice. Anyways, I feel as though I would be negligent if I didn't ask this again--are you sure you want to do this?"

Sola didn't hesitate. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Alright." She clapped her hands together. "Take off your clothes."

****

_ The early morning sun poured in through the window in the temple dorm--the day was cold, the air still, and the sky cloudless. Mari rolled up the sleeves on her robe and put her hands on the mountain lion's stomach. He instinctively gasped, his arms twitching nervously._

_ "You'll be fine," Mari said. Her voice was officious and did little to calm the nerves of her subject._

_ "How long will this take?" The mountain lion was naked and lying on top of the sheets on a straw mattress. He felt something tingle in his stomach._

_ "You'll be out for a few hours; I can't say how long. And no, it won't hurt." Mari pressed her paws harder into his stomach._

_ He shuddered. A sensation like he was being dipped into a painfully hot bath came over him, starting where Mari's hands touched his stomach and radiating outwards. The heat gave way to numbness, painful pinpricks under his skin, and then nothing. Mari said something, but her voice was muffled. He tried to raise a hand to swipe at the stars dancing in front of his vision, but his hand could not move. Despite everything, he felt calm, just as the dawnlight winked into unconsciousness._

****

"I can't reach my hand--" Sola stretched her arm behind her back, trying to find the buttons that held the sealskin dress in place.

"Here." Mari got behind her and took Sola's hands in her own, guiding her until she felt the top button over her fingers. The weaver's touch was gentle, her hands warming the snow-numbed skin under Sola's fur. "The dimensions of your body are different. It takes some getting used to."

Sola undid the buttons and slipped her arms out of the sleeves, hesitating before pulling the front away from her bare chest. "You really changed everything, didn't you?"

Mari smiled, exposing a line of sharp teeth. "The whole elk, as they say." She politely stepped back while Sola finished undressing. "The magic is actually easier that way. The more creative you get when tinkering with living things, the more skill you'll need."

Sola could tell she was making conversation to calm her; The mountain lion's hands shook as she pushed the dress down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Bjorn had seen her naked earlier, but that was an accident. This was anything but. Her tail instinctively curled between her legs until she forced it down her side in an attempt to relax the muscles.

Mari's brow furrowed. "You sure you want to do this? I could probably get one of the apprentices to volunteer."

"Yah, yah. I'm sure." Sola nervously patted down her fur, and her heart leaped into her chest as she brushed a paw over her bare breast. The curves of her body felt more real than real. "It's not that--it's just the newness of it all." Sola stepped forward and sat down in the middle of the sigil. She couldn't tell if it was the nerves or the magic, but she felt a tingle run down her spine and settle comfortably deep in the bottom of her abdomen.

"You'll get used to it," Mari said as she sat down across from the mountain lion. "It takes time."

Sola's ears perked up. "I thought you said you could change me back after?"

"I can. Some skin-weaver I would be if I couldn't undo my own magic." She scooted closer to Sola, leaning forward to brush the hair out of Sola's eyes. The motion seemed to calm her, and Sola felt that knot of tension somewhere in her chest slowly unbind. That was magic--she was sure of it.

"You told me," Sola said, unconsciously leaning forward into Mari's hand, her paw at her cheek. "Sometimes, you can't find a woman that works for the ritual. A man can be...switched for the purpose of the spell, then switched back."

Mari nodded. "The charm to protect the crops requires a woman who's never bared cubs. This is a small village, the summers and short and the winters are harsh--people don't stay unmarried for long. If a volunteer comes forward, I have to work with what I'm given. But here's the thing." Mari pulled her hand away from Sola's cheek and then let it drift further down, past the curves of her neck and down between her breasts. An errant thumb grazed her nipple. Sola let out a heated breath as she felt something, a great floret of desire, bloom inside her. "When someone comes forward to volunteer and has to be ­changed as part of that, they never change back. I've done this a handful of times, no one has ever asked to be changed back. Bjorn has been working here since before either of us was born, and he's never seen it. You only asked if it was possible once, three days ago."

Sola, lost in Mari's gaze, said nothing. Her head was foggy with what she thought was arousal, although she wondered if the insense she smelled was something more potent than just dillweed and pine. "I guess I never really...thought about it that way."

"It's fine," Mari said. That hand was resting on Sola's inner thigh. The mountain lion leaned forward, her head resting on Mari's shoulder, her paws reaching to hold the bobcat's side. "Some people ask me to change one or two things--just as I've done with myself--but no one asks to be changed back."

"What now?" Sola said, her voice so quiet she feared it was lost by the howling wind. "You didn't really explain it much beyond, you know," her voice trailed off.

Mari took the mountain lion by the shoulders and gently pushed her onto her back. Sola expected to feel her erection against her stomach, but it wasn't there; she felt something wet on the fur of her inner thigh. She looked down to see Mari climbing on top of her. The hard furrow was gone from her eyebrows, the self-serious aura replaced with maternal warmth. The weaver reached her paw down to tease open Sola's thighs. She got the message and spread her legs; Sola's desire was aggressive, urgent, and focused before, but now it was just an eagerness spread throughout her being.

"It'll be over when I finish," Mari said.

Sola wrapped her arms around Mari's midsection, pressing her closer until she felt the weaver's erection press into her pubic bone. "What about..." It seemed too outrageous to even suggest--she wasn't supposed to get pregnant, right?

"Not with the ritual," Mari said, already anticipating the question. "I won't make you a mother, not tonight." She smiled as she reached a hand down to guide her erection. The last part lingered in her mind: not tonight.

Sola tilted her hips up; she was already as wet as could be, and the head of Mari's erection pressed against her clitoris before slipping farther down. Mari hit her mark and pushed her hips forward. Sola rolled her head back, exhaling as Mari's womanhood filled her. She tried to think, to process the new sensations, but thoughts escaped her. She just pulled Mari in, her arms squeezing around her partner's back.

Mari took the embrace as a sign to continue, and she pulled back and then slowly thrust in again. The motion elicited a moan, Sola's jaw was agape, and her eyes unfocused. Her thrusts were slow, deep, and deliberate, her attention focused on the woman underneath her. Once she settled into a rhythm, she drew her hand down Sola's stomach before stopping just above where the two coupled, her thumb pressed into Sola's clitoris. She let out a gentle moan from between her lips in response, her hips thrusting upwards. Mari rubbed little circles with her thumb, occasionally reaching down to dip into the wetness between Sola's folds before returning her fingers upwards.

The sounds of their rutting mixed with the crackling hearth fire and the beating wind upon the cabin. Each thrust went to the hilt, eliciting a soft ah from Sola as the minutes melted away into the kind of pleasure that didn't acknowledge the passage of time. The hardwood floor was beginning to hurt her back, and Mari, as if she could read her partner's thoughts, put one hand on the floor and wove the other under Sola's back behind her shoulder blades, lifting her off the floor and pressing the two closer together. Sola took her partner's lead, reaching a hand down to rub her clitoris as the other stayed locked firmly around Mari's back.

The words took forever to form, and each thrust seemed to re-scramble her head. "I'm close."

Mari's eyes were clenched shut, her breaths were heavy and shallow against Sola's cheek. "I know. Me too."

Mari growled and bared down, and Sola felt teeth on her shoulder, biting gently. The weaver stopped thrusting; her hips pressed firmly into the mountain lion's thighs. Sola felt her partner's body shudder before she went limp, the tension in her body releasing as she moaned softly into Sola's ear.

"Are you..."

"Yeah." The world came out between clenched teeth.

"Don't pull out." The worlds spilled out of Sola's mouth, and as soon as the sentence was over, she blushed furiously. Her paws reached down to feel the root of Mari's penis pulsing against her entrance.

"Spell won't work if I do."

After Mari finished, she took a minute to regain her composure. "Here." Her voice was a whisper. "Your turn." She reached down and brushed Sola's hands aside, her fingers rubbing just the right spot. Sola gyrated her hips, her eyes closed and her arms splayed out on the floor. The need built inside her, a heavy kernel of pleasure growing larger and larger with each deft movement of the weaver's fingers. She replayed the last few minutes over in her head, Mari holding her tight, teeth against her skin as she emptied herself, organ twitching, seed flowing.

The dam burst, and she arched her back as her claws scraped against the wood floor. It was different, so completely different this time. It came in waves across her whole body, undulations of pleasure that made her wrap her legs around Mari's midsection as her body shuddered, the motions almost uncontrollable.

Mari pulled out and laid down next to her before lifting Sola up on top of her. "I think it's my turn to endure the wood floor for a bit."

Sola giggled, more from the ecstasy than anything. She wrapped her arms around Mari, pulling her into the tightest embrace she could muster, her body tingling in the hot, wordless afterglow. The weaver returned the gesture, strong arms against Sola's lower back. It was minutes before the mountain lion regained enough composure to roll off Mari and sit cross-legged on the floor. The sigil was gone.

"Oh, that's a neat trick." Her breaths were still heavy, her head still foggy with pleasure.

"Yeah." Mari stood up and stretched, grimacing as she worked the blood back into her extremities. "Means the spell worked." The weaver's penis was soft again, her shaft glistening with the product of their mating, her public hair sticky with fluids.

"Oh..." Sola looked down between her legs to see a prodigious pool of semen on the floor. "Goodness."

The weaver let out a hearty laugh. "Don't worry about it. When I was...reconfiguring myself, I was a bit inspired by the productivity of the stallions the temple rangers used. Unfortunately, even my magic has limits, but I still produce more than average." She smirked pridefully.

"You can say that." Sola reached a paw down to feel just how much was clinging to the fur between her legs. It was a lot.

"You should probably go pee, by the way. The bathroom is over there." She motioned to a door by the fireplace.

"What?" Sola looked up.

"Advice from someone who had a vagina for twenty-odd years. Pee after you have sex. Prevents bladder infections. Or you could try peeing during sex if that's your thing. Here." She reached her hands out, Sola took them, and Mari lifted her off the floor. Her legs wobbled, and she fell into Mari's arms. The weaver patted the small of her back, her touch as gentle and welcoming as ever.

"I asked Bjorn to put in enough firewood to keep the boilers running through the night. There's plenty of water, so you can clean yourself up if you like."

Sola put her hands on Mari's chest, just below her breasts. Her lips grazed the hard flesh of the weaver's right nipple. "Do you want to join me?"

Mari thought about it, her head tilted. "Sure. Not what I usually do after magic like this, but you're cute."

Sola felt something different, an emotion that wasn't quite lust but was somehow similar. She hadn't experienced it before. "Okay. Then dinner?" She added sheepishly.

"Can't say no to a face like that," Mari said with a crooked smile. "Afterwards, you're getting the talk, though, if you catch my drift."

Sola's ears folded. "What?"

"The timing of my magic is pretty consistent. You'll be having your monthly in about a week."

"Oh!" Sola's eyes bulged as she buried her muzzle into Mari's chest. "I didn't think about that."

"I can give you your penis back if you want."

"No! I like this."

"So, no changing back, then?" Mari smirked.

"No. I like this. It feels right."

"Called it."

Mari ruffled the mountain lion's hair before she led her into the washroom. Sola walked alongside her with a bounce in her step she had never seen before.