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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

It had been a week or so since Sara’s return, John had taken leave to spend as much time with her as possible, and neither of them could bear the thought of being apart for any stretch of time. Eventually he had to return to work however, much to Sara’s dismay. Despite living out in the park in his cabin, they still had to be careful of letting her outside during the day as someone could potentially spot her from one of the nearby trails, as such Sara only really got to go out during the night time. After having spent so long apart, being separated again just felt all the more worse for Sara and John, the hours in the day could not pass quickly enough before they were back together again.

“I wish I could go outside with you, maybe join you on your job duties. It gets lonely and boring without you here, there’s only so much I can do on the internet…that place is full of weirdoes” Sara complained one evening as they relaxed after dinner, sitting beside John on his sofa.

“I know, but it’s not like I can just slap a collar and leash on you to pretend like you’re a normal dog” John replied, looking her very obviously female form over. Even wearing one of his long shirts the curve of her hips and the swell of her bust was plainly evident.

“You keep joking about the collar and leash thing mister, I’m starting to think you have ulterior motives other than just taking me for a walk” Sara teased with a sidelong glance at him, finishing off the last of her meal.

“Guilty as charged, those weirdoes aren’t just on the internet, they’re sitting on the sofa right beside you!” John laughed, reaching over to give Sara a playful grope through her top before taking their empty plates through to the kitchen to begin washing up.

“That’s different, you’re my weirdo” she’d say as she followed him through, her arms wrapping about his middle while she nuzzled against his back, her fluffy tail wagging contently behind her.

John finished washing the dishes with Sara still hugging him from behind, her eyes closed and not seeing his hands cupping some of the soapy water to toss up and over his head, aiming behind himself. The sudden splash of warm water taking her by surprise, yelping and stumbling back while spitting the suds from her tongue.

“John, what the hell!?” She huffed in confusion before she saw the grin on his lips once he turned around to lean back against the sink.

“Oh dear, your top got all wet. Guess you need to take it off and put it in the wash…” he’d say with a leering grin at her, his arms folding against his chest while he watched expectantly.

“My good sir, are you trying to get me naked?” the wolfess replied with a faint playful growl, narrowing her baby blues at John even as she began to slowly undo button after button. Purposefully she left the last couple done up, just so the front of the long shirt would expose the valley between her breasts down to just above her crotch and not much more. So much on display but everything still perfectly and modestly hidden.

“C’mere you!” John suddenly lurched from his spot against the counter and made to grab at Sara, the wolfess squealing with delight before turning tail and running away to their bedroom. Of course she could easily outrun him if she wanted to, but that wasn’t the game. John’s arms wrapped about her waist as he hoisted her up off her feet and spun Sara around to toss her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. One arm about her thighs to keep her in place while the other shamelessly palmed at her behind as he carried her over to their bed. With a heave he set Sara down onto the middle of the bed, the wolfess laying back with her right knee raised and leaning inward a little as she smiled seductively up at him.

John watched intently as Sara slowly tugged the shirt down from her shoulders, letting it fall about her upper arms and exposing her breasts to him. Her right leg began slowly swinging outward, revealing the top had ridden up enough that as she did so, John’s gaze would be met with the sight of bare wolfess. Climbing up onto the bed, John mimicked a playful growl of his own as he crawled over and on top of Sara. One hand finding her breast as the other gently cradled and lifted her chin into a passionate kiss.

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John left early for work the next morning, being careful not to wake Sara as he did so. With a yawn Sara sat up in bed, looking down at the empty spot beside her and sighed softly. Looking at John’s bedside alarm it was just after 7am, the day had barely begun and there would be so many hours ahead without him. Sitting in bed with her knees tucked up against her chest and her arms around her legs, Sara whined softly, not sure what to do with herself. A nervous energy growing in her as she for the first time had doubts about their current arrangement working for much longer, she couldn’t be kept hidden away for the rest of her life.

Trying not to dwell on the negative thoughts, she got out of bed and began cleaning the cabin again as a sort of distraction, as she had been doing every day since John’s return to work. Unfortunately she was rather proficient at being a homemaker and the task occupied her for all of half an hour, quickly returning Sara back to her former unsure state. With nothing else left to do and her nerves starting to feel stretched and frayed, the wolfess thought it’d be a good idea to try find ways to help calm herself before her doubts consumed her remaining happiness. Retrieving John’s laptop, her claws clicked against the keys as she searched for various ideas and methods to help her relax. The most common method people recommended was meditation and introspection, with nothing left to lose, Sara followed the link and started the video.

Setting the laptop the coffee table in front of the sofa before pushing it back a little and out the way to make some space, Sara sat down on the carpet before the sofa and adopted the pose shown in the video while she tried to follow the instructions. Opening one eye briefly to make note of the time, Sara saw it was only a little after eight in the morning, still far too early for her liking. Despite how she was feeling, Sara forced those emotions down and tried to concentrate on the soft soothing melody in the video. Listening to the calm voice encouraging her to picture her heart’s desire, to see her ultimate goal and imagine it becoming a reality. The voice continued on and on, soon becoming a faint background noise as Sara pictured herself on all fours, running alongside John out in the sunlight. Listening to him laugh, calling her name before laying down on the soft grass with Sara laying atop him, only it wasn’t Sara in her current form, she frowned as she saw canine paws on Johns chest instead of her hands.

“This shit is useless…” Sara opened her eyes with a growl, looking at the time and seeing it was now after nine in the morning. A little confused as it had only seemed like a couple of minutes since she’d started meditating, but apparently it had been a lot longer. Either way she didn’t feel any different, if anything that dream had just given her more doubts about her future than ever. Her growl grew darker at the thought of never being able to go outside with John during the day, reaching out to slam the laptop lid closed however she was surprised to see a dark furred canine paw now resting atop the laptop lid in place instead of her hand. Slowly Sara got up, or at least tried to, finding she was suddenly a lot shorter than before. Tilting her head down to look at her legs, she was met by the sight of a fully canine body covered in a thick ebony coat. “Holy…shit…”

Rushing through the house, claws ticking against the wooden floor as she raced to nose open John’s cupboard door and look in the full length mirror located on the inside, she was met by the image of a large black wolf sitting where she should be standing. Sara slowly turned around, looking at herself from every angle she could manage, seeing she was really a feral wolf now. At first she was excited about the change, thinking this meant she could probably pretend to be John’s canine companion out in the real world now. But that happiness quickly faded as she realized she might be stuck like this…what of when they got home? She doubted John would want to make love to her in this form, as much as he loved her she doubted he’d cross that barrier even knowing she was inside this new body.

Sara sat down and hung her head, feeling tears starting to form as she whined pitifully. Picturing all the intimate moments she’d shared with John and how she’d just gone and thrown them all away. It felt like a massive shard of ice had pierced her chest the more she thought about it, even less sure about her future now than she had been an hour ago. Slowly Sara got up to her feet, reaching out and almost slamming the cupboard door as she turned to leave their bedroom, possibly for the last time. As she crossed the threshold to their bedroom Sara stopped midstride, turning to look back at the closed cupboard door and slowly down at her once again normal humanoid hands. “What the fuck…”

Returning to the room Sara again opened the cupboard door to stand before the mirror, seeing her humanoid self staring back at her, the reflection mimicking her in every detail as she touched along her face and along her body to make sure this was real. But it was real, she was back to her old self again. Surely it couldn’t be that easy though, she thought. Closing her eyes she again pictured running through the fields beside John out under the sun, when her eyes opened she was met by that same large black feral wolf staring back, its fluffy tail beginning to wag. Closing her eyes again, she imagined herself and John in bed, arms wrapped about one another as they shared intimate moments together, felt his bare flesh under her fingertips. Opening her eyes once more, she sighed in relief as she was again met with her former humanoid self. She couldn’t help it or contain it, Sara began to jump on the spot and as she later learned from the internet what the sound was called, began to squee in happiness.

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“Honey, I’m home!” John called out from the front door as he kicked off his boots and hung up his jacket. Looking around the living room he was surprised not to see Sara waiting for him eagerly as she usually did. “Sara, where are you?”

“I’m in the bedroom you dork, come in here, I have something to show you!” Sara called out in response.

“Yes ma’am!” John grinned, rubbing his hands together expectantly. Shedding his shirt and trousers as he headed on through to their bedroom. “I’ve been thinking about you all…what the fuck!?” a naked John yelped in surprise as he entered the room to find a large black wolf laying on his bed, staring at him. The large beast casually climbed down and prowled over to him, standing in front of John before looking down and nosing at his crotch. Images of himself laying in a hospital bed gripping his bleeding crotch and trying to explain to doctors that a wild animal bit his pecker off suddenly ran through his mind, but John was too frozen in fear to make a move.

“So, what do you think?” The wolf asked in Sara’s voice as it sat down and looked up at him with pale blue eyes.

“S…Sara? What the fuck is going on?” John stammered in mostly disbelief and a little relief, though not yet fully understanding or grasping what he was seeing.

“So…apparently I can do this now…” The Sara wolf said as she closed her eyes, head hanging low for a moment before its form began to blur and shimmer. John rubbed at his eyes, almost as if they’d suddenly gone out of focus, but when he opened them again, Sara was back in her humanoid form standing in front of him.

“Wha…how?” John uttered, completely dumbfounded by what he’d just seen.

“I don’t know, I was feeling out of sorts this morning and decided to look up how to meditate. It just…sort of happened” She said with a smile, shrugging her shoulders. “But…more importantly, looks like you can actually put a collar and leash on me for real now.”

“Sara…explain…please” John almost pleaded with her, suddenly feeling an intense headache beginning to form.

“I will, but first let’s eat. I found a lovely recipe for meatloaf, it should be done in a few minutes” Sara stated cheerfully, almost dancing as she padded through the cabin and back to the kitchen. Whatever was going on, John was at least glad to see her so happy about it.

Over dinner Sara relayed her day and her practicing the shape shifting skill, but also the idea she’d had to John, about her going canine to join him out in the field. He could tell people she was a service dog, at least she was smart enough to be able to do tricks well enough to pull the ruse off. At first John was dubious about the idea, worried that people would think he was wandering around with a wild animal at his side, but Sara grabbed his laptop and showed him images of wolfhounds and similar breeds that she could pass for in her new form.

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A couple of days and a bit of an Amazon shopping spree later, John had received the items Sara had ordered for herself as her canine companion disguise. She wanted people to know she was female so had decided on all pink attire, though she also thought the spikes looked cute.

“Alright, if I agree to do this, you have to behave and do exactly as I say. Agreed?” John warned Sara as he swayed the pink leather studded collar from an extended finger. “You have interesting tastes by the way” he noted as he turned the collar over in his grip.

“Yes sir!” Sara saluted before closing her eyes and shifting into her canine form.

Even with Sara in her new canine form, John still felt immensely awkward about putting a collar and leash on her. It certainly didn’t help when he gently tugged on the leash that she let loose a rather lewd moan.

“Sara…please…” John groaned, brushing a hand across his face.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist…” laughed the wolfess.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” John stiffly said, giving the collar another gentle tug.

“Nngh, harder daddy!” Sara groaned even louder this time.

“Jeezus Christ! I knew giving you unfiltered access to the internet was a bad idea, just what kind of porn have you been watching while I’ve been at work?” John tried to sound angry, but seeing Sara collapse in a fit of laughter on the floor was too heartwarming a sight for him to stay mad at her.

Once they’d both collected themselves again, John and Sara went through a basic routine of commands and tricks. Most of which had Sara rolling her eyes, even giving John a little nip on his butt at one point to remind him that she wasn’t actually a normal dog. The more they practiced and went through the various commands he thought she should know, the more comfortable he got with the idea of taking her out in the field.

The following day was very tense, John and Sara headed out together for the first time. There was a lot of attention on them as he and Sara walked into the ranger’s office, John making up some excuse about her being a service dog he’d bought and trained himself to aid with the search and rescue operations he so frequently found himself on. Of course Sara was put through the ringer as John’s fellow rangers asked to see a few tricks, which she managed to pull off with ease, even earning a round of applause as someone asked her some basic math questions to which she barked the correct answers.

Sara quickly became another part of the ranger family, rangers and regular park visitors knowing her on sight and always stopping by to pet the “pretty wolf doggy” as the kids called her. At first she was wary of people touching her, but the more it happened, the easier it became and even started to be a rather enjoyable part of her day. Sara even found that when she was in canine form, her senses were heightened as well, something that actually did help her aid John in his search and rescue of multiple people over the following months, further cementing her position with the rangers.

Days were spent beside John as she’d wished, while nights were spent with and often on top of John, as she desired. True to his word, John did eventually start using her collar and leash on her in the bedroom as well, along with a few other restraints. Sara whined softly as John had her crawl on her hands and knees into their bedroom, climbing up onto the bed and kneel before him. Briefly he unhitched the long leash from her collar before tossing it up over the sturdy beam running vertically above the middle of their bed. Slipping the clip through the loop handle to cinch it about the beam, he again attached the leash to Sara’s collar to keep her kneeling in place. John crawled up onto the bed behind her, his hands reaching around to undo the buttons of her top before slipping it down over her shoulders. As her arms were tugged behind her to almost slip from the sleeves, he instead twisted the top around to bind them behind her. Her fingers brushed against the bare skin of his inner thighs when he knelt behind her, starting to bite and nibble along her shoulder while his hands stroked and caressed along her belly and hips. Using his nails to scratch through her soft fur as one hand sunk down low between her thighs, bringing a heated gasp from Sara, the other shifted up higher to scratch up between her breasts before tugging at the front of the collar to force her to bend forward a little as far as the leash would allow.

“Please…” Sara whined with growing need.

“Please what?” John almost growled into her ear.

“Please…fuck me…”

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Life was good for a while, John and Sara spent their days and nights together. Sara was such a common sight around the park now that she didn’t even have to follow John exclusively, she finally had a real sense of freedom. Still with some restraints of course, she still couldn’t talk to anyone beside John, but that was okay. Though she did spook a few unsavory characters every so often, at one time finding a lone teen spray painting one of the park buildings she had snuck up on him and gently whispered “I will eat your soul…” once he turned to look at her. Sara had almost wet herself from laughing so hard as the baggy pantsed youth ran screaming for his mother, tripping over his low slung pants.

One sunny Tuesday morning, John was called into the office by the park head. Sara sat in disbelief beside John as he was introduced to his new partner, Jenny Hunter. A tall slender, and pale blond haired girl with sharp light grey almost silverish eyes. There was something just a little off about her Sara couldn’t quite put her finger on. She seemed friendly enough, rather cute actually with her slight pixie faced looks and long flowing hair. Jenny was to be John’s shadow for the foreseeable future, to learn everything he knew and assist with search and rescue operations. Unfortunately this meant she would often arrive at the cabin unannounced to catch a ride with John and Sara most days as they did their rounds. Every time Jenny got too close to John, Sara found herself growling softly.

“She’s very protective over you, huh?” Jenny had asked at one point.

“Yeah, that she is. We have a very special and close bond” John replied without really thinking, not noticing the odd look Jenny gave him, but Sara certainly noticed it.

That evening Sara told John what she’d seen, of course being the “trust everyone until they give you a reason not to” kind of guy he was, John just brushed it off as Sara being jealous. Of course this didn’t sit well with the wolfess, growling in frustration as she reached across the table to flick John on the forehead to get his full attention.

“I’m serious John, there’s something odd about her. We need to be careful” Sara said sternly, staring hard at John until he relented and finally agreed.

“Alright, alright…we’ll be extra careful” He sighed in agreement.

After Sara had brought up her concerns about Jenny, John did start noticing that it seemed like she was watching them a little too closely, far more than was required for just shadowing John to learn from him at any rate. Oddly she seemed to be paying closer attention to Sara than to him however, almost as if she suspected there was something special about John’s canine companion. An uneasy feeling started to creep over him, not yet sure what it was, but John suddenly suspected Sara’s intuition was correct and it wasn’t just simple jealousy talking.

Over the next few weeks Jenny just seemed to pop out of nowhere, unannounced as if she were trying to catch them in the act of something. Though infuriatingly she always seemed to have a valid excuse for why she was around and popping in constantly. Her unexpected visits and appearances began to put a strain on Sara and John’s relationship, a constant fear of being found out hung over them like a sword of Damocles. Most worrying was the fact that Sara seemed to be losing weight from all the stress, despite John’s best efforts to assuage her fears.

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“John, we can’t keep going on like this…” Sara eventually spoke up one evening just as they were getting home from a long day. “Either we’re going to get caught, or my heart is going to give out…I…I can’t take this constant stress and fear” She whined, hanging her head and letting the tears flow.

“I know Sara, I know. I’m going to put in for a transfer to somewhere else, get us away from here. Start fresh…” John said as he knelt down to wrap his arms around her in a tight hug, petting along her back and sides soothingly.

“Then what, we wait until someone else discovers us? Go through all this again?” Sara almost growled, butting her head against his shoulder.

“I don’t know….” John started to say.

“Did your dog just talk?” Jenny asked, poking her head around the suddenly open front door.

“Wha…no! That was just the radio…” John stammered, standing bolt upright and clutching the collar attached to Sara’s leash as she turned about and growled threateningly at Jenny whom was now standing inside the door and closing it behind her.

“Funny, I don’t hear a radio…” Jenny smiled down at Sara, the look causing Sara to stop growling in confusion. It wasn't a threatening smile, rather something of relief. “It’s okay Sara, I know what you are. I’ve suspected for a long while, I just wasn’t completely sure until now.”

“You…what?” John balked in surprise at Jenny.

“Oh sure, it’s the whole reason I came out here in the first place. I’d heard rumors of a mysterious beast prowling these woods for years, all the stories matched up with typical werewolf behavior” Jenny smiled at John now before continuing. “Then suddenly those stories stopped, only for a new set of stories to replace them. Stories of a very intelligent wolf dog and her partner…”

Sara looked up at John before closing her eyes and hanging her head low, her form starting to blur and shimmer as she shifted back into her humanoid form. Sara stood in all her glory before Jenny, expecting the girl to yell and scream, to run for the hills. But Jenny just smiled that same soft smile as she looked Sara over.

“That’s cool, you need to teach me how you did that…” Jenny commented before she closed her eyes, lowering her head and she too began to blur and shimmer. Gone was the slender blond girl, standing before them now was a white wolfess with faint silver markings, spirals at the hip, a crescent moon just beneath her naval and one on each shoulder. Slender vertical lines ran across each eye, matching her now long flowing silver hair. Her bushy white tail sported a silver tip, matching her pointed ears. A black furred hand reached out in greeting to the stunned pair before her.

“What the fuck…” John and Sara said in unison.