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Alexis slowed her car to a respectful slow puttering as she wound down the long driveway. She did so in part because it gave her a chance to look out at the wonderful early evening San Francisco Bay dropping away before her, and in part because the cheapest car she passed cost ten times what hers did and she didn't want to contemplate what a scratch might cost her.

Alexis took a deep breath and focused as she pulled down a separate side driveway that wrapped around to the lower level of the estate and pulled up next to the side entrance. Alexis personally thought of this as the "servant's entrance" as it was mostly used by staff, maids, and herself, but that meant it was only slightly less opulent than the main entrance. She stepped out of her car and across a pathway of stepping stones over a koi pond--featuring real koi. At the door she swiped her keycard and a hidden door slid to the side with a Star-Trek-esque whoosh.

Inside was a long hallway discreetly furnished with some plants and benches and a few works of art that Alexis was not going to even guess the price of. It had hidden underlighting where the floor met the wall, sending up stark lines of light and shadow onto the walls. It looked simple, almost hotel like, especially when you knew that the hallway opened up onto six different guest suites, each with its own unique style of furnishings.

She turned away from the hallway and entered a bathroom whose door was also hidden into the wall. Here she could finish prepping. She touched up her make-up superficially, knowing it would not be needed, but spent a little longer on her hair, even though it too would be irrelevant as the night went on. Alexis had a pixie cut, extra long in front so that wisps of dyed maroon hair tried to hide her eyes from view. She adjusted her dress just a little, its deep black making her old teenage goth phase quite happy.

Then a face appeared in the mirror. A wolf's face. "Ah, Alexis, I thought I smelled you down here."

"Evening, Mrs. Schulze. Anything the matter?"

The wolf smiled. She had tried insisting on Alexis calling her by her first name, but she'd lost that battle as Alexis simply had too much fun being overly formal. "We have a couple new to the city. Do you mind?"

"Is he handsome?"

"Not as much as my dear Manfred, but I think you'll still like him. Oh, but you should stop and see his wife first."

"Of course, I'll be up in a second."

Mrs. Schulze stepped closer to give the human a quick hug, and as she did her ears perked and she took a sniff with her nose pressed to Alexis's neck. She then pulled back and tilted her head. "Rosemary and pine?"

"I'm trying out new scents."

The werewolf nodded thoughtfully. Most humans did not give much consideration to the scents they used, especially to the amount they used, and Alexis had to relearn a lot. "You'll have to let me know what Manfred thinks of it." Then she slipped back out of the room.

Alexis finished checking her reflection and silently wondered over the course her life had taken. Werewolves and their kin had a far more open family structure than humans did (or wolves for that matter): it was almost expected of them to have additional relationships beyond their primary one. The guiding rule was that new relationships were chosen by one partner for the other partner. While Alexis and Mr. Schulze had flirted mildly when he came in to order coffee, it was Mrs. Schulze who had pushed them to hook up.

Alexis finally started up the stairs (which were built to appear floating in the air) and into the main body of the house.

The Schulze's home had appeared in several movies, usually as the residence of a villainous CEO. The main living area was one big room focused around a central indoor garden (a common feature of werewolf homes). This one doubled as a library and reading room, with the backsides of bookcases providing climbing walls for flowering vines and with chairs set out on a small patch of perfectly manicured grass. Near the entrance of the house, the ceiling was a typical nine feet, but it sloped up to meet the twenty-foot-high wall of windows that overlooked the bay. As if that were not opulent enough, the space just in front of the wall of windows was a swimming pool that stretched the length of the house and could even be opened up onto an additional piece that cantilevered out over the hill.

There was a kitchen and a dining room, and even a lounge space, but most homes had things like that, and Alexis wasn't nearly as wowed by them as she was by the garden/library. She spent just a moment to breathe in the surprisingly fresh air before heading over to the dining room area, where several women (three werewolves, one werefox, and one werejackal) were all seated sipping wine.

"Good evening, ladies," Alexis said.

"Evening, Alexis," came the almost-but-not-quite-tipsy response.

Alexis respectfully tipped her head to each of the women in turn, while silently announcing their names and jobs to herself so she'd remember them. There was one she didn't recognize and she made sure she ended facing her. Alexis held out her hand, palm down for a werewolf handshake. "It's nice to meet you."

The werewolf took her hand to shake, but also used the motion to discreetly sniff her wrist, getting a profile not just of her looks but her smells as well. "So you're Manfred's girl?"

Alexis nodded.

The werewolf considered, one ear dipping and lifting as she thought. "You like her?" she asked of the other women.

Mrs. Schulze lifted a glass. "I love her, dear."

The werewolf was not fully convinced yet. She wavered a minute more. "You're sure?"

Alexis was silently stunned. Even the most reticent of the Schulze's guests had never wavered this much. She wondered if she had done something wrong.

"I'm very sure. She's been the best for Manfred. There's no comparison."

"All right. But for tonight only. We'll see about anything more."

Alexis smiled, breathed a silent sigh of relief, and bowed as she excused her way out of the group of women. She took a moment to wander through the garden/library, brushing her hands and arms against some of the flowers to enhance the scents she was wearing. Then, she stepped out on the other side, where a tableau opened before her, nearly a mirror image of what she had seen on the other side of the house. Several shifters, all male this time, were seated around a table, drinking. She recognized them all intimately, all except for one, a lone individual who had remained in human form.

That surprised Alexis. In the States at least, many shifters used human forms to interact with humans, but adopted their more famous half-beast shape when amongst each other. She didn't know any shifters who stayed human-shaped at the Schulzes'.

"Good evening, gentlemen," she said to the group, mimicking her introduction to the women. She could feel the eyes of the men on her, but she felt them on her hips. She ended with the newcomer and held out a hand. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting before. I'm Alexis."

He watched the hand carefully, as if expecting it to lash out. "I'm Giovanni," he said at last. He shook her hand and dropped the grip as soon as the shake was done.

The name explained his attitude at least in part. There had been some unusual cultural issues in Italy lately. It may have made him jumpy. But not so jumpy he would have stayed human here.

Mr. Schulze, dressed in a dazzling black suit that was a perfect accompaniment to his white and brown pelt, stood up and tapped a foot on the floor. "Well, now that Alexis has arrived, why don't we all get started?" He turned and headed to a door on the wall.

Alexis felt a small shiver of anticipation run down her spine. She loved that room. but she waited. Most of the other shifters were following the home's owner into the side room, while Giovanni continued nursing his drink, in the style of one who was trying to postpone things as long as possible. Eventually, when he saw that Alexis was waiting for him, he downed the remaining contents and skulked his way after the other men with Alexis behind him.

Although the house had a library mixed with a garden in the center of the house, Alexis liked to think of this room as the real library, despite holding very few books. That was because all the heavy wooden furniture in the room put her in mind of grand old university libraries. Of course, here the furniture was not book cases and oversized study tables, but bondage implements of all shapes and sizes. This was the playroom officially. A large bank of tinted windows looked sidelong down on the twinkling lights of the city below.

Mr. Schulze stood near a door to a closet, and Alexis went up to him. He chuckled and touched his muzzle to her cheek. There was a rich wooden scent that always seemed to surround him, and for the first time since she entered the house, she let herself truly relax as she felt two hands caress over her back and up to the straps on her dress, undoing them one at a time. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feelings of fur and claws prickling close to the skin of her bare shoulders, and soon there was a rush of warm air against her whole body as the dress collapsed to the floor, leaving her in just her shoes and underwear.

Alexis giggled lightly as the werewolf in front of her ran his hands down over her form. The touch of his hands, especially with the fur, was mildly ticklish as it ran around the curves of her side. Then they hooked into her panties and helped them to the floor as well. Alexis completed the transformation by stepping out of her heels.

But there was another transformation in wait. Mr. Schulze opened the door behind him, revealing a clothes cabinet with a variety of kinky items inside. He held out a hand against Alexis's cheek, caressing her as he rummaged the closet, but ultimately he decided on the puppy play set. It was after all his favorite.

The first thing added back to Alexis was a collar and harness. The latter had an inverted Y shape, dropping down from the collar, beneath her breasts, before new straps slipped out around her side to meet in the back. The leather was smooth and pliable, the highest quality, but no amount of quality could stop the metal connector rings from being cold against her chest and making her bite her lip as her nipples hardened.

Next were the gloves, made of rubber, which let her keep all use of her fingers but added pad-like bumps along her palm and tipped each finger with claws.

For safety and comfort, some knee and elbow pads were slipped on, but these didn't look like the standard sporting gear pads. From the outside, they looked like smooth latex, clinging to her form, but they contained a layer of gel that helped distribute weight and save her joints from too much pressure.

Then came the mask, which would give her head the appearance of the werewolves herself. While the other items were nice, this was the creme de la creme, taken from exacting measurements of Alexis's head and crafted as a one-of-a-kind item. A little powder kept her hair from catching as the rubber was rolled into place like a second skin. But the key feature of the mask was the mouth. The center of the muzzle formed a sleeve for ease of oral use, whose back end held her mouth open like a ring gag. Now there was nothing stopping any werewolf cocks from sliding in to the hilt without resistance.

There was one last item to complete the ensemble: the tail. It was affixed to a plug and while the tail was always the same, floppy and waggy, Mr. Schulze picked a different plug each time to mix things up. Some evenings he picked a small thin one which slipped in easily. This was not one of those nights.

Even with an ample supply of lube, it took a lot of relaxing to get it in place, during which Alexis clung tightly to the werewolf and pressed her nearly nude body against him. Since the mask had been put on first, she couldn't even close her mouth to stifle the moans that burbled up through her throat, loud when he was pushing it in, but louder still once it had sunk fully into place.

Then she was dressed and Alexis wiggled her hips to mimic a wagging tail.

"That's my pup," Mr. Schulze said, raking his claws gently over her rear.

Alexis turned and surveyed the room through her mask. Most of the shifters had slipped partway out of their clothes, shirtless if not already naked. The only one who wasn't was Giovanni, still in human form, sitting in a chair, fully clothed, legs crossed. But despite this, his eyes roamed her form with unrestrained want. Clearly he wanted her, but something was getting in the way.

Once she was in full gear, her mindset changed and it was hard not to think of what she did from a more dog-like perspective. So she didn't walk up to Giovanni, like a human would: she padded up to him.

Alexis knelt down and looked up with what she hoped was an eager look beneath the mask. She kept swaying her hips to make her tail wag.

He reached out and caressed her face. The mask was quite thin over most of her head, but his hands soon moved up to her ears, which she couldn't feel as well, just dull impressions of pressure. But that didn't stop her from pressing into the touch and offering a soft whine of pleasure in her throat. After a moment he jerked his head around to look at his companions. "I suppose everyone is waiting on me." He took a deep breath as if preparing to change, although he still looked nervous.

Alexis held out a hand and touched his lips to quiet him. She shook her head and held out a finger to suggest he wait. He gave her a questioning look, but relaxed back into the chair.

Alexis started to roam her hands over his still clothed form. She started with his tie, working it off in slow sinuous movements that gave her ample time to weave her hips in a seductive dance. She made sure to work while kneeling down so that everyone could see what she was doing.

Once his tie had been removed she started on the shirt buttons, popping them free one at a time, and pausing in between to run her fingers over the newly revealed patch of skin. When she undid the last one, her hands lingered over the buckle of his belt. She lifted her muzzle, seeking permission. It took him a second to understand this. He was already starting to breathe hard and Alexis could sense, even if she did not yet feel, the bulge awaiting at his hips.

Finally he nodded to her, adjusting his position to spread his knees and work his hips further out along the chair. Alexis gave an extra wag of her tail and slid the belt off quickly, undoing the pants with equal relish and pulling them apart to reveal a now sizable mound straining against silk boxers. She reached up and tugged the band of the boxers down bit by bit, revealing his shaft one inch at a time.

Alexis giggled silently to herself. She had been involved with werewolves for so long, she rarely was this close to a human-shaped shaft, with no sheath or fur in the way.

She ran a rubber-coated finger along Giovanni's length. Pre dripped from the tip. She wrapped a hand around it and angled it upwards, moving in to put the tip of her mask to it and guide it inside the awaiting tunnel. She head the chair creak as he shifted his weight, restraining himself from shoving in all at once.

Alexis worked her head down slowly, having to use her hands to feel her way as she had no sensation at the tip of her muzzle. Once down deep, the tip of his shaft protruded just past the gag and into her mouth. She ran her tongue over it and felt him shudder.

Then with the nose of her mask pressing into his hips, she looked up at him and gave a small nod. She was ready.

He looked surprised when he realized what she was suggesting, but he accepted and began to change.

Alexis closed her eyes. One thing you learned working with shifters is that some of the in-between forms were... odd to look at. The proportions were not quite right. But beyond that, everything was fine.

Alexis kept her hands on his hips and could feel the changes happening there. The more obvious changes of fur suddenly spreading under her touch, and the less obvious shifts in structure, as bones reformed into a slightly different formation. There was also the wriggling as he pushed the seat of his pants down to let his tail form.

Then at last, she felt the changes she was hoping for, right along his shaft. It started with the tip. The head of the shaft flattened and tapered. But then it started pushing a little further into her mouth. She could feel the rubber of the tube flexing a little as the girth of a werewolf shaft stretched it just a little. It went from being loose to tight as the shaft changed. And there was also the smell and taste: a slightly stronger musk, a slightly more potent taste.

Sensing the change was complete, Alexis opened her eyes, and saw him from the hips up. His fur was almost eerie in its pure whiteness. His tongue lolled from his mouth. Then he tipped back his head in a low howl as Alexis once again rolled her tongue over the head of his shaft (a much trickier feat now that his shaft pressed so much farther into her mouth).

Alexis saw a jackal hand clap Giovanni on the shoulder. "Told you she was good."

He laughed nervously, but partway through the laugh his eyes rolled and he let out another howl as Alexis pulled off his shaft, turning her head one way and the other so the mask twisted along his length.

Then she sat back, kneeling on the floor, butt wiggling to keep her tail wagging wildly behind her.

After that, the evening's fun began the way it typically did. The fox mounted her from behind, pushing her face into the ground and roughly fucking her on all fours. She shivered and groaned and for a minute, just let herself enjoy the feeling of that thick shaft pounding in and out of her. But she had a duty to more than just one person, so she tried to keep the others entertained by pulling one of the fox's hands to her breasts, making him knead her in view of everyone while he got his pleasure. He came fairly shortly afterwards, leaving his seed deep within her.

Then Mr. Schulze gripped her collar and led her over to the corner of the room, where he had set up a bondage bench. She straddled it and held her arms and legs in position while he bound her there, with her head hanging forward off one end and her hips off the other. She shivered when she felt a little nub on the bench press right in against her clit.

One at a time, the various men of the group mounted her from behind, while Mr. Schulze took his preferred spot at the front, with his shaft so long that even with the extension provided by the mask, she almost had to deep throat him just to let him hilt himself. He stayed there, rubbing behind her ears and drooling precum straight down into her throat.

The men who weren't actively enjoying her instead sipped fine liquors or indulged in the sinus-opening scents of some steaming herbal concoctions, far preferred over the scent-deadening smokes of cigars.

Even with her head preoccupied with Mr. Schulze, she could generally tell which male was behind her by the feel of their cock and the way they used it. The jackal with his long shaft, preferred long plunging strokes that lifted her slightly off the bench. One of the wolves humped at her in short needy strokes, rarely pushing more than half his length into her at a time. Another wolf thrust in arrhythmic patterns: short thrust, long thrust, short, short, long, short, long, long, short, short, short.

But her sex was not the only way thing they made use of her. On occasion, one of the shifters would stand beside her and she would caress them with what movement she had in her hands. She focused on sheaths and balls, teasing them without directly stroking them.

The entire time, she could tell roughly where Giovanni was in the room. His voice, not one she was used to, sounded out clearly in the room, and Mr. Schulze, as the host, always tried to incorporate him into the conversation, slightly angling his body to face him.

When the white werewolf stepped by her side, she gave extra care and attention to his sex. And tried to hold him there a little longer before he moved away.

He was the very last one of the evening to mount her. After most of the other men had gotten tired and worn out and were relaxing in their chairs, he moved behind her. Even Mr. Schulze was, by this point, starting to feel the time and his normally impressive stamina was starting to run low. As his shaft plunged into and out of the mask, he grunted out to his companion, "Go on, pup. Give her a good breeding."

Still, Giovanni's touch was tentative. He pressed the tip of his shaft to her lips, slick not only with her own fluids but those of his companions. He eased himself forward, his hands on her hips shivering from the pleasure of sinking deep. He eased in until she could feel his knot pressing against her.

The achingly slow speed of his entrance made Alexis's toes curl. She took a deep shuddering breath around Mr. Schulze's cock and groaned. She felt, rather than saw, the two men gesture to one another, setting about their plan of attack. A moment later, they set about thrusting into her in opposing rhythms. When Giovanni's shaft hilted in her, Mr. Schulze was nearly pulled out, and when Mr. Schulze was almost making her gag on the tip of his cock, that was when Giovanni had nearly left her empty and needy inside.

The angle of Mr. Schulze's hips changed as he leaned forward, and she felt his hands kneading and teasing over her breasts, rough pads against soft skin and nipples. It made her breath catch. For most of the evening, the pleasure she had received had been isolated to a variety of meaty cocks slipping deep inside her sex. As satisfying as that was (and it was very very satisfying), this was even better. She tried sucking extra hard on the shaft plunging in and out of her mouth to thank him for the attention.

But that was nothing compared to what Giovanni did. He took hold of the tail deep inside her and gave a series of sharp tugs in all directions. The reaction to clench down to prevent the plug from just slipping out also made her clench down on the cock inside her. She groaned, her eyes snapping shut beneath the mask. Mr. Schulze took that as a good sign and started humping hard at her muzzle until he finally let loose a torrent of his seed into her mouth, which she happily swallowed down.

That left just her and Giovanni. The white werewolf kept tugging on the tail for a while, until she was frantic with need, then he pushed deep inside her, his knot grinding at her folds. He leaned over her back, his panting hot and heavy. There was an almost inaudible whine in his voice whenever he breathed out and shudders along his body as he ground against her. She felt an extra weight, as if Mr. Schulze's hand was on his shoulder. "Go on, pup. Breed her. All the way."

Giovanni grunted and strained. He was whispering out to her on each thrust. "Good pup," he said to her. "Good pup."

With one more grunt, he finally popped his knot inside her and let out a deep sigh. But it wasn't over yet. He started humping while tied, growling while Mr. Schulze spoke soft words of encouragement. And still, Giovanni kept telling Alexis, over and over again, "Good pup. Good pup!" He said it like it wasn't just praise of her, but something he was trying to will into being true.

And then he came. He strained at the bench, his shaft as deep as he could physically push it. It jerked and twitched inside her as it emptied his balls out. And then he collapsed against her, panting against her naked shoulders.

Giovanni eased off slowly and Mr. Schulze quickly took his place, not entering her, but instead pressing a thumb against her clit and rubbing in short tight circles. Alexis writhed and wriggled against the bench as her arousal took off like a shot. It took under a minute for him to get her off, moaning lewdly through the gagging mask.

And then her part in the night's entertainments were over. She was unlocked and helped to undress herself, but the other shifters were already redressing and moving on to other activities. She gathered her things and slipped out the door.

She waved to the women as she passed by, naked and covered in various fluids. Mrs. Schulze piped up to ask if it had gone well, and Alexis responded that it had, but nothing more was said. The human made her way back downstairs and to the room at the far end of the hall, making full use of its bathroom to clean off the evening's activities. She staggered out and collapsed in the bed falling asleep in minutes.

Alexis woke up with the sun stabbing into her eyes. She yawned, turned over, and realized she wasn't going to get any more sleep. So she rolled out of bed and made her way silently upstairs in search of a cup of coffee. The whole time since she had left the playroom the previous night, she had been completely naked. Not that anyone in the house minded, and there was something quietly thrilling about walking around such a gorgeous house while completely nude.

She found Mrs. Schulze up and making breakfast already, and without even needing to be asked, she began pouring out a cup of the darkest, richest (and most expensive) coffee Alexis had ever tasted. "Sleep well, dear?"

"Very. You really do have the best beds."

Mrs. Schulze chuckled. "Omelet?"

"Thank you, Mrs. Schulze."

Some of the formality had drained away from their interaction, now that there weren't a lot of guests around, but Alexis couldn't help but still call her by her last name. She slid onto a stool and sipped at her coffee, taking deep breaths of the bitter scent to help herself wake up. "Can I ask a question about Giovanni?"

"Let me guess. You want to know why he behaved so differently last night?"

"If it's okay for me to know."

"Of course. Giovanni was raised by humans."

"Oh."

"Yes. 'Oh.'" She sighed and poured some liquid eggs into a sizzling pan. She didn't have to be told that Alexis liked onion and kale in her omelet: she'd made it enough times. "I think they meant well, but there was a lot they did not understand, and as a result, Giovanni still feels like he doesn't quite belong to either human or werewolf society fully. That's why I encouraged Manfred to use your pup play gear last night. You may not be a werewolf, but when you act like a pup, you aren't quite human either. I think he found that... familiar."

Alexis nodded in silent understanding and waited for Mrs. Schulze to finish the omelet.

"Based on what I heard, you did an exceptional job with Giovanni last night. His wife was asking when you might next be available." She said this last part with a knowing smile and conspiratorial cant of her ears.

Alexis allowed herself a moment of self-congratulation at triumphing over her doubts. "I think I'll need at least two days to recover from last night. But maybe... Wednesday?"

"I'll let her know."

Alexis ate her breakfast in silence, contemplating her next potential meeting with the new werewolf. And although she was definitely needing that recovery time she had asked for, a hand slipped down to her sex and began caressing it unbidden as she pondered becoming his pup once again.