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Chapter 29

Shadow shifted his weight, shaking Wolfgirl from her doze. Her right hand had slipped off of her furry suitor and lay fully exposed to the chilly air. Opening her eyes, she was unsurprised to discover the sheltered space they were cuddled together in was as dark as ever. Shadow audibly sniffed.

'Hunt,' the wolf chuffed quietly, lifting his head off Wolfgirl's shoulder.

"Food?" Wolfgirl asked groggily as her own stomach growled.

She sniffed the air herself, hoping to find whatever Shadow had detected, but could detect nothing underneath her boyfriend's and her own scents. Her companion carefully rolled off of her and Wolfgirl propped herself up, her back stiff from laying on cold stone. A sudden chill on her middle reminded her that she had unzipped her coat. Fumbling with the zipper for a bit, she zipped it back up. Feeling around with her hands, she managed to find one glove, but couldn't seem to find the other within reach. Getting to her hands and knees, she started sniffing the cold ground for any sign of her glove.

"Akh!" she yelped as her head contacted the side of the large rock painfully.

'Quiet!' Shadow growled irritably and then sniffed. 'Gone.'

"Sorry," Wolfgirl apologized sheepishly, rubbing her forehead.

Her boyfriend's claws clicked against the rock and she sensed the acoustics change as he came near her. Something soft landed on her bare hand and she recognized the material of her other glove.

"Thanks!" Wolfgirl whispered gratefully as she pulled the glove on.

Shadow growled and then chuffed, 'wait.'

"For what?" Wolfgirl asked, confused.

She was answered by the sound of the wolf's claws rapidly clicking against the stone and then saw his silhouette as he exited where they were sheltered. Caught by surprise, Wolfgirl just remained on her knees where she was.

Where is he going? Wolfgirl fidgeted with her coat's zipper. Is he hunting? He told me to wait, but for how long?

The wolf's scent, a source of comfort, quickly dissipated. Feeling alone and increasingly cold, Wolfgirl carefully maneuvered into a more comfortable sitting position. Pulling her legs into her to conserve body heat, she waited. Minutes passed.

What if something happens to him? She started at the sound of a stick snapping, before realizing it was just a branch popping in the cold. How would I survive without him?

Jerky! Her mouth watered as she remembered the bags of dried jerky she had brought. Where is my backpack?

Getting back onto her hands and knees, she again tried to find a sign of her desired belonging. She didn't have much success but, luckily, it was much larger than a glove and it didn't take long for her hand to touch it. After a second's confusion over what she was supposed to do next, Sophia pushed aside her wolf instincts and grabbed the bag. Pulling it to her, she took off her right glove and blindly felt around for the rear zipper. Finding it, she pulled open the main compartment and stuck a hand in. Feeling plastic, she pulled out one of the bags she had brought. She tore open the bag, grabbed a piece of dried meat and brought it to her waiting mouth.

Mmm, that's good, she chewed the tough, but savory strip. It's not fresh venison, but it'll do.

Sophia couldn't help letting out a giggle at her personal joke. Swallowing, she hungrily grabbed another strip and popped it in her mouth. She was so absorbed in her snack she dropped the jerky bag when a loud growl came from beside her. Unable to see the potential assailant, she froze; her panic only subsided when she registered Shadow's scent.

"Damn it Shadow! Stop scaring me like that!" Sophia scolded before slipping back into Wolfgirl.

The wolf let out several chuffs and growls. The gist of which, as far as Wolfgirl could tell, was he was equally amused and concerned by her obliviousness. After a pause, he gave her an affectionate lick across her cheek.

"Where did you go?" Wolfgirl asked, retrieving the bag of jerky.

Shadow didn't understand the question of course, but let out a low rumble and chuff. 'Pup, learn.'

"You're going to teach me how to be a wolf?" Wolfgirl asked in surprise, feeling equally pleased and intimidated by the idea.

Shadow didn't respond, instead Wolfgirl felt his muzzle nudge her hand holding the jerky. His nose managed to feel both cold and warm against her bare flesh.

'Food?' the wolf let out several whines. 'No prey.'

"Oh, of course!"

Wolfgirl reached into the bag and grabbed two large pieces of jerky. Placing one between her teeth, she held the other out to Shadow. She heard sniffing and then felt a gentle tug as he eased it into his mouth. Several somewhat noisy slurping and chomping noises briefly filled the silence.

Now who's being loud? Wolfgirl couldn't help feeling a bit smug as she quietly ate her own piece.

The wolf let out a chuff which Wolfgirl understood to be one of gratitude and then she felt his nose touch her hand again. Fishing out a couple more pieces, she gave both to the wolf, who didn't even sniff them this time. She grabbed more for herself and it didn't take long before her hand felt around the bottom of the bag fruitlessly.

"Sorry, that's all," Wolfgirl apologized as she slipped the empty bag into her backpack. "So, what are you going to show me first?"

'Hunt,' Shadow gave a low growl.

"You're going to show me how to hunt?" Wolfgirl asked eagerly, but sensed he meant by himself.

'Den,' Shadow growled and chuffed.

My... den? Oh... Wolfgirl's heart sank as she realized he was telling her to go home.

"But I thought..." She started to protest.

He let out multiple sounds which Wolfgirl understood the gist of to be the night was too dangerous for her.

Too dangerous? Wolfgirl felt indignant. I'm not a pup! Okay fine, I can't see anything and my nose is near useless.

"Please, I want to be with you," she pleaded, but knew he was right. "Alright, fine, I'll go home."

As if accentuating his point, Shadow had managed to move out from under the rock's shadow without her noticing. He stood waiting in the night's dim light. Sighing in defeat, Wolfgirl carefully crawled towards him, dragging her backpack by one of its straps. As she emerged from their impromptu den, she got to her feet and stretched. The wilderness was no less dark than they had been before they had entered the shelter and eerily quiet.

"Alright Shadow, take me home," she told him sullenly. Then she smirked and added, "If I'm late, my dad will be very upset."

Shadow was patient, but even so Wolfgirl could sense his exasperation at how slow they had to go. It still surprised her how much of a difference moonlight made to visibility at night. On a moonless one, she couldn't see much more than vague shapes ahead of her. As ever her furry escort seemed keenly aware of the limitations of her mostly human senses. The wolf made sure to never travel more than a few steps ahead of her and tried to stay where this was some light. Even so, she lost track of him several times.

When they came within sight of the town, Shadow stopped at the top of a hill and made several soft barks, chuffs and growls. 'Love, den, safe.'

"I love you too," Wolfigirl got to her knees, feeling dejected. "Are you sure I can't stay with you? I feel like this is where I belong, with you."

Shadow didn't make any sound in reply, but simply licked her across the face, causing her face to sting where branches had scraped across it. Pulling her hat off, she nuzzled her lover's muzzle before giving him a tongue-kiss in return. After sharing an intimate and affectionate goodbye, she pulled her hat onto her head.

Shadow chuffed again, 'mate, light, learn.'

Wolfgirl brightened, "I'll be out here tomorrow!"

After one last round of good bye cuddling and regretful tongue-kisses, Shadow bounded off. Sophia reluctantly pushed aside Wolfgirl and began the lonely trudge home.

Sophia hesitated as she placed her hand on her front door's handle. The cars that had been parked in front of her house were gone, but the television was still audible. She could smell the lingering presence of cigarette smoke on her porch.

Well, here goes. She steeled herself and opened the door.

Stepping through, she quietly closed the door behind her. Inside, the smell of cigarette smoke was much stronger, burning her sensitive nose. The sound of screeching tires and gunshots from the living room indicated the game was long over. Pulling off her gloves and hat, she stuffed them in her coat pockets.

"So, you decided to come back after all," her dad observed icily. "It's almost eleven."

Sophia rolled her eyes and started taking off her coat before responding, "it's not like I have anywhere else to stay."

Not yet anyway. She rubbed her nose after hanging up her coat, still not looking at her dad.

"Keep it up and you won't stay here either," he threatened. "You really embarrassed me tonight."

Sophia felt her anger surge and she turned to look at him, "I embarrassed you? You threw a party without warning me and then let them smoke in here! Do you know how badly this place stinks now?"

"It's my house, Sophia!" her dad responded acidly, the glass he was holding shaking. "I don't need your permission to invite people over. And as long as you live here, you observe my rules."

Sophia glared at him, but said nothing.

"What happened to your face and neck?" her dad asked, sounding shocked. "Did someone hurt you?"

Oh, is it that obvious? A pit formed in her stomach.

One of the numerous new scratches on her face stung as she reflexively touched it. Only then did she notice the faint smell of her own blood. Nervously, she adjusted her ponytail behind her, knocking loose a pine needle that had lodged itself in her hair.

I'm lucky I didn't hurt an eye or trip. Damn it Shadow, why do you have to be right?

"I went for a walk and, well, it's really dark," she explained truthfully. "I accidentally walked into some tree branches, but I'm okay."

Her dad narrowed his eyes skeptically, "Sophia..."

"I'm fine," she emphasized before grabbing her backpack. "And I really have to pee."

Her bladder really did feel close to bursting. Leaving her dad still sitting in the living room, she headed for the bathroom. Flicking on the bathroom lights, she gasped in surprise when she looked in the mirror. Her forehead had a dark smudge on it and several bright red scratches made her face look like a spiderweb. A bit of blood oozed out of a particularly nasty looking one on her right cheek.

Her bladder complained before she could look closely, and she pulled the straps of her snow pants off her shoulders as she covered the distance to the toilet. It took an obnoxious amount of time to strip off enough layers, but she finally sat on the porcelain seat and welcomed the feeling of her bladder deflating. She blushed as the strong smell of her earlier arousal mixed with that of her pee.

Damn it, how is that turning me on? She hastily wiped and pulled her undergarments and pants back into place.

Standing, she flushed and went over to the sink. Turning the water on, she washed her hands before looking at the mirror. Up close, she looked even more disheveled. Her face was blotchy and several pine needles were embedded in her hair. Cupping her hands, she filled them with water before splashing her face. Her scrapes stung as she immersed her face in it.

Oh... Oh no... Already light pink from her earlier embarrassment, her cheeks turned crimson when she noticed what was on her neck.

Along the left side, several parallel lines marked where Shadow had affectionately nipped her during their canoodling. Self-consciously cupping her neck, she grabbed her backpack and nearly ran for her room.

Several minutes later, her snow pants and boots lay in a pile on the floor while she sat on her bed and stared into her mirror. Safe in her own bedroom, the color in her cheeks had receded. However, the same could not be said about the raised lines on her neck. Wolfgirl stirred within Sophia as she remembered the feeling of Shadow's long, pearly fangs gently digging into her neck. With nothing for her rational, human mind to cling to, raw instinct and emotion won. She had felt so... happy, so... alive.

He could easily kill me if he wanted to, Wolfgirl's heart and body yearned for his physical touch again. But he's so gentle and loving.

Raising her hand, she traced one of the raised marks. It itched a little under the caress of her fingertips.

Proof of his claim on me, the thought of belonging to such a handsome predator made her feel giddy. A mark of our love.

In her mind's eye, she was back under the shelter with Shadow. Despite the late hour, she felt no fatigue and could no longer contain the feral energy she had been suppressing. Her clothes suddenly felt stifling and the room rapidly filled with a scent that was neither completely human, nor entirely wolf.

So hot in here... Hooking her hands around her sweatshirt and thermal undershirt, she pulled both over her head in one move.

Soon, her top was followed by her pants and thermal leggings. Sitting on her bed, she finished pulling off her bottom layers and yanked off her socks. With her skin free to breathe, her scent intensified.

My scent is wrong, Wolfgirl's face contorted in disgust. It's so... human. How does Shadow stand me?

Reaching behind her head, she undid her hair tie, allowing her hair to fall where it may. Finally, she pulled off her bra and panties, standing naked before her mirror. The marks on her face combined with the tangled mess of hair only accentuated the fierce look in her eyes.

It's all wrong, she turned away from her reflection. A wolf has fur.

Sitting on her bed, she closed her eyes and imagined her body covered in luxurious fur. Running a hand over her stomach, she recalled what it had felt like during the last full moon. Her skin grew sensitive and in her mind Shadow was again laying on top of her. But, instead of several layers of clothing, her fur mingled freely with his.

A pleasant smile took hold of Wolfgirl's face and she couldn't help brushing one of her nipples. Already aroused, the tit further hardened under her caress.

Two isn't the right number. Again she ran her hand down her stomach, but this time she had three rows of teats poking through soft fur in addition to the usual two.

Opening her eyes long enough to prop up a pillow, she leaned back against her headboard. After she was finished, she threw herself back into her fantasy. Feelings of emptiness and yearning returned to her womanhood with a vengeance, but she wasn't ready yet.

Only a proper wolfess would do for such a strong, handsome beast, she reached down and traced the outside of her hungry feminine lips.

Free of any inhibition, her mind continued her transformation. Instead of a human vulva, she had a fully lupine one - shaped like a dark and puffy spade. Trembling, she spread her legs and slipped her fingers between her eager lips. Still sticky from her earlier arousal, a new layer of lubrication flowed into the area between her legs.

What wolf doesn't have a tail? Clutching her blanket, she began running her finger over her engorged clit.

With her other hand, she reached behind her, rubbing the place between the top of her buttocks. Instead of a bare spot, she imagined her spine emerged from her rump into a long and flowing tail.

Her fingers started flicking rapidly across her quim and her toes curled. I miss having pads and claws.

Instead of toenails, long and sharp claws shredded the blanket she was laying on. Matching claws on her digits poked at her sensitive vagina. Rough pads on her fingers teased her spread lips.

It's not fair that I only have a flat mouth and short tongue to please my mate. Wolfgirl slipped several fingers inside her virgin canal as her ecstasy grew.

She pictured her head as that of a wolfess. Arrayed inside her beautiful muzzle were long and deadly teeth. A dexterous tongue hung out of it, ready to give her love all of the attention he deserved.

Now I'm ready to be... for him... She gasped as her first orgasm reached a crescendo.

Her vaginal walls convulsed and warm fluid flowed down her slit and soaked into the bed. A loud moan escaped her mouth and she cupped her left hand over her mouth as she rode the wave of pleasure rolling through her. With one finger she continued to gently brush her bean, each pass causing her legs to twitch violently.

After far too short a time, her climax subsided. Breathing hard, she rested her head against the wall behind her bed. Her fingers stilled and she opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. It wasn't long before her breathing slowed and her libido began rising again. Soon, she had thrust herself into the throes of another carnal fantasy.

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Sophia awoke to sunlight illuminating her room and sore joints. Groaning, she uncurled from the ball she had pulled herself into during the night and propped herself up. She hadn't bothered to change into night time clothes and had barely removed her robe before slipping into a deep sleep. A lingering sticky-cold feeling in her crotch and wet spot on her sheets bore testament to the previous night's antics.

The act of sitting alerted her to another need and she grabbed her robe, still sprawled on her bed where she had dropped it. Getting to her feet, she hastily donned the garment and tied it around herself. Out in the hallway, she ignored the nasal irritation caused by the lingering cigarette smoke as she hustled towards the bathroom.

I'll just skip breakfast and go find Shadow. She relieved herself and blushed. Wow, I smell musky today; it's a good thing my dad has no sense of smell, even for a human.

Still, she made a point of turning on the fan before stepping over to the sink. Turning on the faucet, she glanced up at the mirror and froze. Her reflection stared back at her as she tried to convince herself she was seeing things.

Are those yellow flecks in my eyes?

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